Win or lose. Life or death. Failure or success.
Those were the options for the entire world. Yet in their family, there was no option. They had no control.
Win. Life. Success.
They knew the underlying needs for their father's approval. It was unspoken, but understood.
Beauty. Fame. Adoration.
And they all hated it. Some more than others.
Amber gave into those expectations. The fame came with her controversy. The beauty came with her surgery. The adoration came with her charisma, her beauty, and ability to appear strong in the face of the controversy that she caused.
She was convinced that she would earn his love this way. She was convinced that this was what he wanted from her. She didn't realize that she was doing the opposite of what he wanted. She didn't know that the moment she became hooked on Z, he became ashamed of her.
Pavi both hated and loved those expectations. He was nearly giving up on his father's love. He knew that part of him loved him, but that part of him hated him. He still aimed for that beauty, for that fame, for that adoration that he knew he deserved, but he realized that he was only gaining it at the cost of his father's disgust.
He knew that he was famous, but not in the way that his father would have wanted from him. He knew that he was beautiful once, and that it would fade with age. So he sought it in a way that would make it last. And his father hated it. He was once adored by the world, but in his journey for beauty, he had lost it. And he would never find a way to gain it again.
Luigi hated those expectations with every fiber of his being. To him, there was no beauty in the world, there was such thing as fame until you were dead, and there was no true adoration. The world was dark, evil, and ugly. There was no way to get around it.
Why would he seek something that he didn't believe in? He had sought beauty once. He had sought fame. Yet he realized after he first picked up a knife that none of it was possible. You would have to be dead. No one cared about the common actor, the writer, or even the alleged savior of the world. They cared about the Zodiac Killer. They cared about the Green River Killer. They cared about people so famous, they had no names. They didn't need them. And they were dead. They were all unknown or dead.
He wanted he father's love just as badly as his sister or his brother. But he realized that it wasn't going to happen. It was an uphill battle, and all three of them were pushing up three ton weight, fighting with one hand in the rain. There was no way to win.
Luigi had given up the quest for beauty, fame, and adoration long ago. Of all of the Largo children, Luigi was by far the happiest.
There we go! Sorry for any mistakes. I never find them when I look for them.
A short piece of writing sprouted from a lack of sleep and lines from ridiculous shows that consist of ridiculous fourth graders.
Critiques are always appreciated!