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2025-01-28 05:41 pm (UTC)
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[Sunny had, in fact,
not
faced his father’s voice. All he could do was weather it.
The hollowness. The rage. The loss.
Things he both could and didn’t understand, but had to weather regardless because… it was his fault.
There was simply no other rationale.
Still, as his father’s voice continued to berate him, to switch as suddenly from that rage to an emptiness, the echo of an axe hitting wood rang out.
Sunny flinched, curling into himself.]
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no subject
The hollowness. The rage. The loss.
Things he both could and didn’t understand, but had to weather regardless because… it was his fault.
There was simply no other rationale.
Still, as his father’s voice continued to berate him, to switch as suddenly from that rage to an emptiness, the echo of an axe hitting wood rang out.
Sunny flinched, curling into himself.]