“You should take things calmly, kiddo, time won’t jump out of the window” Says the father, still seeing Chris as the adorable 6 year old and not as the 25 years old adult… He knows that he has to stop living in the past, as Christian knows he has to stop forgetting about the now. But a little mishap... and the world will fall over...Or it is falling already?
They feel ghostly company… Their enjoyable evening with beers and cigars would turn into something worse. Constantino knows us… But Chris doesn’t. His fixation on the little child and not on the grown up prevented him from telling his son about us. I am standing right there… looking at them.
Gray jacket and a top hat… He looks at a pocket watch, whose cover has a stylized Wand covered in ivy as an engraving. Constantino’s stern gaze was met with a nod on part of that man, but he refused to leave…
“It will come… You will hear the Nor'easter thrums”
Christian never saw Him but he always says he feels someone watching him… Constantino would always bite his tongue. If the young boy knew that those things were in his life, he would be like the others… Miserable, scared… unable to live. However, what he didn’t know was that Chris could see things too…
A bandage covered his forehead… His white silk gloves were tattered and holed… His necklace looked like an hourglass, but one of the triangles was slightly smaller giving the impression of a Cup. His gaze was tender, tired and pained, but nonetheless, gentle…
“It is set in stone... The truth shall soon be known ”
Chris saw his father spilling a few tears before saying “I have to tell you”… but in some minutes, he was back to normal, asking again if Chris wanted a beer.
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