Summary: "What's in a name?" Ian-centric.
Grey: Name
What's in a name?
Everything.
A name is crucial. It summarizes your character, your role - your entire being. After all, no one labels a dog as a cat. You're either a boy or a girl, human or not, one thing or another. It gives hints for you to paint a picture of a person's vibrant, colourful personality; to visualize a whole world based on specific words. Certain names evoke certain feelings, be it fear, bashfulness, beauty, etc, etc. Hitler's given virtue strikes fear in many, while Einstein's inspires thoughts of genius.
But names can lie.
And Ian knew this all too well.
Just like this word:
Father.
What is a father?
A father is a male parent who is to be a child's protector; a nurturer of a young impressionable character. But above all, a father is a man who is there to love his children.
But to Ian, 'father' is just another word.
Because the truth is that he has never had a father.
For they are father and son in name alone.
For Ian never knew love. He does not understand the concept; it is simply something he cannot wrap his mind around.
What is love?
Is love what made his father wound him, not physically, but mentally and emotionally? Is that why his father never smiled at him at all? Is love the reason why his father practically shoved him down this path of malevolence?
Is love what people say it is? Is it truly a warm, personal attachment to another as countless dictionaries proclaim? Is it what is shared between family and friends?
Or is love simply another name?
Everything in this world has a name.
But what's in a name?
Nothing.
A/N: I'm depressed, angry and frustrated. (I hate one-mark obstructions. Why don't you just burn me at the stake and be done with it, teacher?)
Review, please.
I'm off to drown myself.
