My apologies for taking so long to post another chapter. and a short one at
that. :)
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Chapter Three
Port Charles, New York, 1992
Mac sat alone on a bench on the docks. He didn't notice any of the people passing by, or the everyday noises that surrounded him.
This wasn't just any other day.
He kept gazing outward, but his mind was not in that moment, in that place. It was in the place he'd grown up in, years before. He could almost hear the sounds as he remembered how he and Robert would race home from school. He always lost. He'd never been able to catch up to his big brother, in more ways than one.
He broke out of his reverie as the photograph he'd been holding slipped out of his hand, landing by his feet on the gravelly floor. He quickly bent over and picked it up. It was the same picture he had always carried with him. He had placed it in a frame only recently.
The smiling faces of the Scorpio family looked up at him - his mother, his father, Robert, and him. He was the only one left now. And Robin, he remembered.
"Jesus, Robert," he sighed, shaking his head. "How am I supposed to do this?" He had barely started to feel Port Charles as his home, after years of moving from place to place aimlessly. He'd made peace with his brother, and himself.
He'd found his family. Only to lose it again.
He glanced at his watch. The memorial service was probably just starting. He knew everyone expected him to be there. But he didn't know how to do it.
He didn't know how to say goodbye to his brother.
~*~
Laura sat by Amy in one of the church pews. Their hands were linked. Laura wiped another tear as someone else talk about Robert and Anna. She still couldn't believe that Robert was dead. It just wasn't fair.
Luke would pay his respects in his own way, but Laura had needed to come back here and say goodbye.
She looked over at the young girl that she'd been told was Robin. Her heart broke as she saw the girl's attempt to keep a brave face falter, her small chin quivering only slightly. She was definitely Robert's daughter. Who would take care of her now that her parents were dead?
Her sight was blocked for a second as a man walked through the aisle. A slight murmur passed through the crowd as he did.
Amy leaned into her and whispered, "It's Robert's brother."
Laura had a strange feeling form in the pit of her stomach. She could only see his back, yet he seemed familiar to her. But, that was impossible. She hadn't even known Robert had a brother, much less met the man.
Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest in the next second as he turned to face the front. It was him.
It was Mac.
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Chapter Three
Port Charles, New York, 1992
Mac sat alone on a bench on the docks. He didn't notice any of the people passing by, or the everyday noises that surrounded him.
This wasn't just any other day.
He kept gazing outward, but his mind was not in that moment, in that place. It was in the place he'd grown up in, years before. He could almost hear the sounds as he remembered how he and Robert would race home from school. He always lost. He'd never been able to catch up to his big brother, in more ways than one.
He broke out of his reverie as the photograph he'd been holding slipped out of his hand, landing by his feet on the gravelly floor. He quickly bent over and picked it up. It was the same picture he had always carried with him. He had placed it in a frame only recently.
The smiling faces of the Scorpio family looked up at him - his mother, his father, Robert, and him. He was the only one left now. And Robin, he remembered.
"Jesus, Robert," he sighed, shaking his head. "How am I supposed to do this?" He had barely started to feel Port Charles as his home, after years of moving from place to place aimlessly. He'd made peace with his brother, and himself.
He'd found his family. Only to lose it again.
He glanced at his watch. The memorial service was probably just starting. He knew everyone expected him to be there. But he didn't know how to do it.
He didn't know how to say goodbye to his brother.
~*~
Laura sat by Amy in one of the church pews. Their hands were linked. Laura wiped another tear as someone else talk about Robert and Anna. She still couldn't believe that Robert was dead. It just wasn't fair.
Luke would pay his respects in his own way, but Laura had needed to come back here and say goodbye.
She looked over at the young girl that she'd been told was Robin. Her heart broke as she saw the girl's attempt to keep a brave face falter, her small chin quivering only slightly. She was definitely Robert's daughter. Who would take care of her now that her parents were dead?
Her sight was blocked for a second as a man walked through the aisle. A slight murmur passed through the crowd as he did.
Amy leaned into her and whispered, "It's Robert's brother."
Laura had a strange feeling form in the pit of her stomach. She could only see his back, yet he seemed familiar to her. But, that was impossible. She hadn't even known Robert had a brother, much less met the man.
Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest in the next second as he turned to face the front. It was him.
It was Mac.