The Heir's Naughty Twins
117. Time Cannot be Rotated
Eros has closed. Think about a lot of things too. But after all, he felt this child was unwilling to be faced with gentleness.
He wants firmness.
"If you hadn't invited me, I wouldn't have known anything about you." Eros answered honestly.
"Ja nande—" [Then why—]
"Because I don't know. I don't know anything." Eros defended himself with reality. "I don't know your names, don't know what you look like, don't even know you exist. I don't know. I'm looking for Hestia. Just Hestia, because all I know, Hestia is alone."
Yujerian's expression hardened. "You're in touch with Haha-ue and then you say you don't know?"
Japan was a more open country than their own, so Eros soon understood that this child understood how a child could be a child. However ....
"Hestia and I didn't know each other back then."
"Then—"
"Yes, Yujerian, we're in touch without thinking about responsibility." Eros took a breath, a bit of a release. "You're right. Me and your mother too, we both didn't think you and Yuveria would be born."
"Then why do you feel you have rights over us?" Yujerian countered fiercely. "Why did you force Haha-ue to accept you? If you didn't expect me and Yuve from the beginning, just leave us forever! What are you coming for now?! You think it could replace all the days we've been through?"
"I—"
"I CAN'T ACCEPT YOU EVEN IF YOU PROSTRATE!"
He was finally honest.
"I CAN'T ACCEPT ANY OF YOUR EXCUSES! YOU DIE, YOU'RE PARALYZED, YOU DON'T KNOW, OR EVEN THE APOCALYPSE WORLD IN MY EAR JUST SOUNDS LIKE AN EXCUSE TO DIE!"
Eros clenched mouth. Seeing the boy clutching his chest again, panting but crying.
"You think I'm being patient for this?!"
His face was filled with despair. Yet he kept shouting as soon as he released the brake which he always presses half-and-half.
"You think sorry can fix everything?! Count it! I counted the days where I spent alone seeing Haha-ue standing by the window, Yuve cried thinking about it while I was! I saw the fact that you they might think, what they're crying about, it's just a moron who doesn't know about us!"
"...."
Eros remained silent. Letting Yujerian spit out everything.
All right, if that's her burden.
This kid, he doesn't care that Eros promised to be with him. He doesn't care what Eros gives.
All he saw was the horrific days he was alone, accompanying his sister and mother who were both injured and hiding their wounds.
"Yujrian."
"DAME!" [Shut your mouth!]
"Time cannot be rotated."
"Then why?!"
"I can't come into the past and embrace the frightened you."
The boy froze.
Eros walked over, then knelt in front of him.
Holding both of those small shoulders, knew full well that he had borne a burden far heavier than his own body.
"That's what makes you forgive me, right? In the nights you cry alone, the nights you're scared because your mother walks alone, the nights where your sister has nightmares about me, you want me to come hug you, you want me to come hold you, to endure all of this as everyone does. But, my son, Dad can't. How'd it do?"
Slowly, Yujerian's cries strengthened. She kept holding onto his chest and moaning in pain.
"What hurts?" Eros held onto Yujerian's hand which gripped his own chest. He could feel Yujerian's heartbeat soaring rapidly. "Is this painful because of Dad?"
The sensation of heat in Eros' eyes as much as he could bear. Clutching the small body of his son, who now can no longer say anything but moans.
From now on Eros promised, not to Yujerian or Hestia but to himself.
He would never let this chest hurt again because of the emptiness.
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