Adrien, my son.
When was the last time I called your name?
When was the last time we spent talking to each other?
When was the last time we've seen each other?
I am no longer the same since your mother passed away.
Your mother… She encouraged me, supported me in my endeavours. She helped me realize my dreams to become a fashion designer.
Without her, I wouldn't have the courage and strength to chase after my ambitions.
Without her, I wouldn't have you.
My dear precious son, I love you. You have no idea how much I love you.
But my pride wouldn't let me say those words.
I am still hurting inside.
I still couldn't get over her death.
It hurts to see you because you grew up looking more and more like her each day. How can I bear to look upon your face when everything about you reminds me of her?
I can't look at you directly without having my knees go weak, without feeling that tight squeeze in my chest, without having to force myself not to breakdown.
Please. Give me time.
Give me time to recover.
I promise I'll make it up to you.
But please, please know that you are very precious to me and that I do love you despite my actions saying otherwise.
Adrien Agreste, oh my precious son.
I love you. Now, always and forever.