September. The door creaked open. Daeus's father stepped inside the house, not bothering to turn on the lights. He soon realized that he wasn't the only one there, and started creeping forwards instead of walking.

Then he saw a bare, muscular back with a large tribal tattoo spread across the shoulder blades, the rest of it seeming to trail up under long wavy blonde hair. In one hand, the man in front of him held a small blade.

"Who are you?" he said, his voice filled with fear. The man turned around slowly. "Holy fuck..."

"Hi dad... It's been a while..." he said with a soft smile, although his eyes were filled with hatred.

"Amadaeus... Son... Hi..." his father replied, slightly nervous to see his youngest in front of him after six years.

His smile faded away. "I'm not your son."

His brow knotted at that. "That's not true, you were always my son..."

"Bullshit!"

"Amadaeus, there is no need to get worked up..." He tried comforting him.

"Don't call me that." Daeus said coldly.

"What?"

"It's just Daeus now..."

His father paused a moment. "What have you done to yourself?"

"What have I done to myself? What did you do to me? Blaming me for what happened to mom, blaming me for coming to this world, blaming me for your own reputation, blaming me for my own brother's death."

He flinched at the mention of his eldest. "I didn't mean to -" Daeus cut him off.

"You knew. Deep down you knew it was an accident. You knew. But you blamed me anyway, just like you've always done..."

"I regret what I've done Amadaeus..." His eyes were pleading to spare him.

"It's too late dad, what you've created out of me can't be undone..." The next thing Daeus knew, he was straddling his father, threatening him with the blade.

"Son, put that down..."

He ignored his father. "And somehow, with all the shit you've given me, I've been able to live..."

"What?"

"The misery you gave me got me through juvy. Juvy got me into the CIA. The CIA gave me a girlfriend. Now she's gonna make me a father."

"I'm going to be a grandpa?" his dad said, a spark lighting up in his eyes.

Daeus kept on ignoring him, bringing the knife closer to his neck. "And I swear, on my mother's grave, on Caido's grave, and on your grave, that I'll be a better father than you have ever been." The tip of the knife touched his neck.

"Daeus please..."

"You know what? I feel like sparing you..." he mocked, getting off his father and walking away, ignoring his attempts to bring him back.

Walking out, he took a good look at his hands. They were the hands of a killer, and something was missing on his right hand.

A small ring should be on his right ring finger, but it wasn't. He had left it behind, and he hated himself for having done so. Something had told him to leave that behind as well, so all he could do was write her a letter.

THREE MONTHS LATER

A year ago, Cala learned that she was pregnant. A year ago, Daeus proposed to her.

Ten months ago, she almost died. Ten months ago, he disappeared without a word.

Five months ago, she had a miscarriage. Five months ago, she gave up.

She didn't see any point in living anymore. She had kept herself in good shape for the sake of her unborn son, but when she lost him, she didn't care about her health.

Over those five months, she had become more and more depressed, not wanting to train, not wanting to participate in missions and barely eating. On top of all that, she tried self harm, thinking it would make things better, since Daeus wasn't around to do so, but she was wrong. Sliced forearms only made things worse, so she stopped.

Lying down on the couch, staring out the grand window, Cala thought of how she had made out with a drunk Daeus on it. She instinctively took a hold of her right ring finger and fiddled with the small diamond ring.

She heard something fall to the ground, most likely ceramic or glass, in the apartment beside hers. She wondered who would be in his apartment, now that she was pretty sure he was never going to come back.

A minute passed by before she heard Sen screaming at the top of her lungs, catching her curiosity. Sen was almost always on the main floor, and was rarely ever heard, meaning that something big must be happening. The screaming stopped and she was plunged into silence and depression once again.

Another minute passed before she was shaken out of her misery. She heard a quiet knock on the door.

"What?" she shot coldly. Whoever was at the door didn't answer her, making her think it was Franz, for he visited her almost every day ever since Daeus left. Another tentative knock. "It's open goddamnit." She didn't want to do anything, and almost never bothered to lock her door anymore.

Whoever was outside took the liberty of entering. Sensing someone familiar, Cala was almost 100% sure it was Franz. She didn't want him around at the moment, so she picked up the nearest pillow in arms reach and whipped it in their direction.

If the person would have sidestepped the pillow, it would be on the ground, but it never made it there. It was caught in midair at an unnatural speed. But when the person spoke, Cala changed her mind.

"You don't have to be so straightforward you know..."

She was too shocked to react, so she didn't. She sat up slowly, stood up slowly and walked up to them slowly, as if those ten months were never here. She raised her hand and brought it up to his face, her palm landing square on his cheek, a loud slap resonating, leaving a big red mark. His head snapped sideways from the hard impact.

After a moment, he turned his head back towards her, a mixture of sadness, relief, solemnity, compassion and seriousness plastered to his face.

"Fuck you," she spat. He was a bit too calm, which ticked her off some more. He didn't seem to care that she just bitchslapped him hard. "Fuck you Daeus..."

The next thing she knew, he was squeezing her against him in a protective hug. That was all it took for her to break down. She had missed him so much, yet she wanted him to leave. Her cheeks were covered in tears in a matter of seconds, her shoulders shuddering brutally as she bawled into his chest, her hands covering her face.

He was heartbroken to see her like this, but he didn't know how else he should do it. He had slipped in through his window, making a cup fall in the process, but he didn't care at the moment. All he cared about was the girl he left behind.

"I'm here baby..." he managed, a huge lump in his throat.

"Why did you l-leave?" she muttered between sobs, her voice muffled by his chest. "Wh-where did you go?"

"I was wrong to leave... I thought it would pass, but it didn't... I couldn't live with myself..."

She cried even harder. "Goddamnit..."

"I had some things to clear up with my dad..."

"Are you two okay now?" Her mind didn't want to think. All she wanted to do was cry in his arms.

"Yeah..." Her arms slid out from under her and wrapped around him.

"But why t-ten months?"

He pulled back and took a good look at her face. She looked exhausted. "Listen, to be honest, I wasn't ready to become a dad..."

Those words reminded her of her unfortunate pregnancy. She sank back into his arms, letting him hold all her weight. He picked her up swiftly and walked to her bedroom.

Placing her under she sheets, he snuck in with her. After a while of having his chest pressed against her back, her sobs started to calm down. He stroked her head with one hand, hugging her waist with the other. As she drifted to sleep, Daeus wondered where his child was, putting the fact that he didn't want to become a father behind him.

THE NEXT DAY

Cala woke up after the best sleep she's had in ages. The two were still in the same position. She turned around to find him waking up.

"God I missed that face..." Daeus said, tilting her chin up and placing a soft kiss on her lips, one that she was scared to forget. They broke apart after what felt like forever.

Cala decided to open up. Raising her arm, he saw scars along her forearm. "Don't say it as if it was nothing..."

"What in your right mind were you thinking?" he said, confused.

"That you weren't around to comfort me when I needed it, and that this should do it..."

"Listen, I'm-"

"No. You listen. I know exactly what's going through your mind right now. Where's my son?"

"It's a boy?"

"It should have been a boy."

His mind went blank. "What?"

Her eyes started to tear up. "I basically died ten months back. That affected him, and I ended up having a miscarriage at five months..." A tear fell down her cheek.

He wiped it away with his thumb. "Baby..."

She flinched at his touch. She never flinched at him, and that perked his curiosity. "And where were you? Busy taking revenge."

He had no clue what to say to comfort her, so all he did was take her head and cram it into his chest, hugging her some more. She broke down again. He tried to imagine how she felt, but couldn't find the right words to describe it. After a while of thinking, he found one,

Lost.

She was lost, and didn't know what to do.