Pause: Prologue-
Children's faint laughter could be heard from a far. A man approached a house, not a
fairly young man, but a man of old age. Knocking on the door lightly, an occupant of
the house opened the front door, baffled by this man's presence. The old man spoke a few
words, as the occupant, a woman, opened the screen door for him to step inside. As
he entered the house hold, a small child looked up at him, big blue eyes staring. The
young girl appeared to be at a very young age, maybe three. The old man smiled, nodding at the
mother, and picked up the child. The daughter cried loudly, protesting against the man's
strength, so he put her down, and told her, "Go play!"
The husband walked down the stairs, automatically recgonizing the old man. Looking a
tad bit worried, he took his wife, and the old man into the living room. They all sat
down, and began to talk. The child peeked in, ignoring the older man's request for her
to go play, and spied on them. She was only three, she couldn't understand a thing,
but by the looks of things, and by the look of her mother, it did not look good. She decided
to run off and 'go play', anyway.
Later in the day, the man was still there. The three adults were still talking, until the
old man finished the discussion with a final sentence. "You're child will have the best
future, I assure you." The husband stood up, and nodded. The wife got up, tears welling
in her eyes, but went to go search for the young, blue eyed girl. The two men shook hands, as
the old man looked towards the exit of the room.
She saw her mother rush to her, picking her up, hugging her, and crying. The child was
baffled by her mother's behavior, and just sat in her arms confused, until she saw her
father and the old man walk in. The man had a small grin on his face, reaching to take
her into his arms. A bit shocked by this, the child began to cry, as her mother hesitatantly
hadded her 'baby' over. Before the mother pushed all the child's weight into the old man's
arms, she whispered into the child's ear, eyes closed.
"I love you, my dear, sweet angel." The child cried more hysterically, reaching back for her
mother, giving a look of betrayal to her father, and protested as the old man carried her
out of the house, and strapped her into a car seat of his car. She may have been only three,
but she was smart. Attempting to get out of the car seat, she struggled with the bindings,
and straps. Failure.
-Owari
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Gwen B.