Returns
He approached slowly to the place where his presence was already regular.
He began to murmur almost like a whisper
-What good is it to breathe if I am no longer alive?
-I love you and I hate you, you taught me to live and you abandoned me.
-Why do not you come back?
She began to cry sadly and bitterly.
-Do you know what hurts?
-He's cursed already.
It was almost impossible to know that he was muttering between sobbing louder and louder.
-You wanted to save us but you did not save anybody, not me at least.
-And when you escaped from me and all of you could you live?
-I hope not, I hope you suffer as much as I do.
-You do not deserve to die, but not to live in peace.
-Where the hell are you?" Already curse again.
I raised my voice as much as I could between tears and pain
-Come back, please!
-Please ... just come back ..."
-Returns...
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You could see a child no older than about 15 years old beating an almost ruined tomb, while shouting phrases unintelligible by his crying.
His grandfather had run away from prison but never returned.
It was given for dead and a small child did not accept it.
His body slowly turned into an adult but his heart was that of a simple little Morty waiting for the only reason his existence made any sense, his Rick.
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Hi.
I translated one of my fic to English, I hope you enjoy it.
I am not good with languages :(
Thank you for reading.