Where Is He Now?
Lance was sitting in the bar, drowning his sorrows dreaming, wishing, hoping, that he could go back, to see Him, to see Crona again. He knew his son would have forgotten about him, he was sure She had made him forget, he wasn't dumb. He had hoped one day he could go back, get his son, teach him to play baseball, ride a bike, learn to play the guitar like his father had and his grandfather before him.
He knew though, that it was too late, that he chose Her, that she kicked him out into the world and took his son with her. He hated her so much now, couldn't believe someone could do that to somebody. Just kick them out, not caring for their well being or what happened to them. It was funny though, because he left her a reminder that he was there, with her once, and that was in the form of Crona. Crona looked just like Lance, but he had dark blue hair that covered one eye, with those same big blue eyes that could show pity and anger easily.
He knew he had to go back, to see Crona, to hold him and tell him that it was okay, that he didn't have to worry about Medusa anymore. That he would be a good parent, a father... So, he put down his liquor, grabbed his black leather jacket, and set out for that mansion he hated so much.
AN: Hey Calamity here! This is my first story here on Fanfiction! YAY! I had this on my mind for awhile and it wouldn't go away so i thought why not?
Reviews would be greatly appreciated (Constructive Critisism would be great too!) and tell me where I should take this story.
Calamity Out!