I was feeling down and wanted to write a quick kind of sequel to the last. Hope you enjoy.
The class had ended as usual.
Atleast that's what he pretended to think.
I wasn't there for it, but all I remembered that I saw him that day, crying with his father in his arms as the rain began to pour down.
Yet...
He acts as if nothing happened.
Continuing his lectures pretending to be over it.
It's ironic... I once confronted him about seeing right through me to that he apologized for.
Now here I was, seeing right through him as he went back to his dorm room.
I thought... I would be used to it. Growing up on the streets, death wasn't too rare. Yet now here I was... no... everyone was... Trying to... pretend everything was fine as Lady Rhea tried to find Sir Jeralt's killer.
I knew what it was like to lose family... It's nothing like a stageplay.
I can't sit here any longer. I thought as I went outside heading to his room.
It wasn't exactly the first time I tried to come in to attempt... well anything to try and comfort him.
But everytime... I can hear his crying.
It wasn't too loud yet... I was always able to hear it from the other side of the door.
I couldn't have interrupted him so I always left him so he can have his time alone.
This time however I immediately noticed...
Silence.
I...
I knew... I was jumping for conclusions... yet my mind immediately thought of the worst scenario possible that he might've done as I in my panicked state quickly opened the door.
Empty.
He didn't... thank the Goddess if she truely did exist.
As the rain started to pour in once more as if it was trying to be ironic... I had a feeling where he might have went as I slowly made my way there. Not caring in the slightest of myself getting too drenched.
Sure enough... I knew it.
There he was... staring down at Sir Jeralt's grave. I approached him quietly yet he turned to me, noticing my presence.
"Dorothea. You'll catch a cold if you stay out in the rain."
...
It was gone.
His eyes... the way they once beamed of life.
His smile that... melted my heart that he was doing it for me of all people as we danced together in the ball... just a few days ago.
All of it... is gone.
Even the way he spoke... he was able to hide it well when teaching yet... all I heard was a completely broken voice that didn't know what to do.
He walked past me as I was staring at him.
He was holding back the tears... Every fibre of his being was clearly holding it all back.
Yet...
...
I can't take it anymore!
No hesitation...
I embraced him from behind, then... I started crying. I didn't care about anything else as I held him tight.
He glanced at me... his facial expression filled with confusion yet... I can tell at any moment was about to break.
"I-I.. I know you don't want to show me how you really are doing not to worry me but... it's okay you can... let it all out... I'm here. Byleth."
All of a sudden...
He dropped to his knees, tears starting to fall down his cheeks as he looked up at me.
"Dorothea... tell me..." His voice started to break even more as he uttered the last few words.
"W-Was I really a good son to him...?"
I didn't care about anything else or if someone might've been watching us as I embraced him in my arms.
Crying a bit on his shoulder as he continued letting it all out.
I knew what it felt like to lose family...
I just want to make sure that he especially won't have to feel alone.
Sorry if this felt overly dramatic or short but thank you for reading.