AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know some of you don't want to hear this, but we're nearing the end.
DISCLAIMER: Jumping Johosefat, I don't own Starfox.
Robert awoke the next morning, still in his clothes from last night. He sat up, his eyes still moist from the crying. He quietly crept from his room, down the stairs, through the kitchen, and out into the backyard.
He noticed there was dew on the grass, but didn't care. He laid down in it, and stared up into the sky, where he let imaginations of him and his aunt spending many leisurely hours together, doing random things. Movies, picnics, etcetera.
"Robert, what are you doing lying in the wet grass?" his mom asked him.
"Looking for salvation," he said, rather coldly to his mom. He pulled up some grass with his fake arm, wishing he could feel the roughness of the plant and the wetness of the dew.
It wasn't her fault he was the way he was… It's not her fault she's dead and I have only one good arm… But, what if she doesn't ever want to come here anymore, because of what I did to her… I love you, Aunt Kathryn…I didn't mean to hurt you… And, I know you didn't mean to hurt me, either…
He closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head.
His grandma came out, "Robert, it's time for breakfast."
Robert rolled over onto his side, "I don't want any…"
His grandpa came out and pulled his wife back in. "Come on, dear. He just wants to be alone, right now."
Robert heard this. "Yes, alone." Alone with her…
Probably three or four chapters left.
Responses:
SSS-Jolt: …If Kara was like that, Fox would just up and leave her. But, you know, I doubt that's how real relationships are, anyway.
Silver Meta Dragon: Thanks for clearing that up.
Fenrir Hellfyre: Maybe…
Sol-Ratcht Saporro: (shrugs shoulders) Yes, much shame on you.