Growing Pains
{nothing for the wicked; a short}

Son/Honey,

He brought you into this world but he didn't promise a future.

"Can we talk about... you know, mom?", his said, looking up into their father's eyes, the affable look upon his face slowly molding into something more serious, when he saw that it was a topic that you needed to back off of quickly and return to a normal dialogue tree rather than plummet into an emotional one. But his eye returned back to his, attempting to gain contact with his child who obviously still didn't understand, which James was going to attempt to correct. His hand reached for his tousled and mousy amber hair and patted it gently.
"Darling, you should know by now. Your mother..was beautiful, kind, and passionate. Especially about you. And now, she's gone".
That seemed to be a slightly dismal outlook. Luckily his mouth was shut for the minute he was thinking it and left his child with a confused look. James' eyes trailed against his before their brow furrowed and James opened his mouth to actually speak this time.
"Your mother was beautiful. And she was passionate, especially about you. And one day I'll.. I might tell you why, because something else was important to her and us as well. Now stop stalling; because you need to get to class. I think your mother would haunt me if you became something like a garbage collector!", he finally spat out. Damn it was hard to talk to him at times, and now he just needed to be left alone. James didn't have any pictures of his wife left behind and that drove him mad as well. He would need something for the road trip..

And the 'Lone Wanderer' knew he would as well, looking back at the vault of where he came from. Everything he thought of was his father, how the betrayal ensued. Megaton was gone and the damn opening into a cave was left untouched despite pleas of help coming from his PipBoy, which he promptly shut off and switched to the Galaxy News Radio. Of course, the Lone Wanderer didn't blame his father but accepted that if it had to be done for his own sake then it was done. He wanted something to hold onto a bit further into the future and why not secure your own if all your parent(s) left you was a BB Gun to be replaced by a twelve-gauge and integrity compensated by negativity? It seemed a fair idea to him at least and had worked out far enough for him to get a name in major "communities".
And in all his wealth of claret and exsanguination, he didn't find much answers save for the ashes on the ground and the Ghouls who were pushing up daisies. Sometimes he picked up on a trail to lead to his father {whom he loved so, he sold a cavern of children to Paradise Falls}, and it died as if the Great War was happening all over again- there was a conflict and a lot of people lost their lives in less than two hours.