by
Kin Ryu
"Squall."
He's my father.
"Laguna?"
I'm his son.
But I love him...
A soft kiss. On my lips. Given to me from my own father.
I love him...
The law says that it's wrong. For two blood relatives to be lovers, but I don't know better.
Because there is no better. And I don't care what the law says, I'll always love him. He was not there when I was young, how can he be my father? As far as any papers say in any government facility, in my own Garden, in his own country, I'm an orphan. He has no son. Those who love us don't care. We can't have offspring, so we're not endangering anybody else's health.
He's my father ...
I'm his son ...
But I love him ...