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crau2 memshares: blaise #3
You've just come home from a school trip and dropped your duffel bag in the entryway. You can hear hard rock from the 70s blaring in the backyard even through the closed door, which seems to answer the question of where your father is. You follow the music to the back door and step out into the yard, where you find him working on smoothing out a big square of cement behind the house.
"Pops? What're you doing out here? Do you know where Mom is?"
He looks up from his work and sets down his tools, wiping the sweat from his brow as he stands up.
"Ah, Sebastian. I was wondering when you'd get home." He raises his head so that the glint of the sun reflects off his goggles, and tugs at his beard with a sad expression. You're not sure now if those are beads of sweat on his face or tears. "Figured I'd... harness all these feelings of mine and finally build us that patio your mother always wanted... and m-maybe then... she'd decide to come back home."
You have no idea what's happening here and you just blink, confused. "What...?"
"She's been missing since Friday, y'see. When I woke up that morning, I was... all by my lonesome... and I haven't heard a single word from her since."
His words are punctuated with sobs and sniffles, and when he finishes talking, he reaches for his goggles and lifts them up off his face, emptying out a flood of collected tears.
"Missing?" you repeat, struggling to wrap your head around what he's telling you. "W-where is she?"
There's a pause as he stares back at you.
"...Y'know," he says slowly, "I would've thought the word 'missing' would answer that question already." He shakes his head, and you can already see new pools of tears collecting. "Got the whole department on the case, of course... If any of 'em hear anything, I'll be the first to know."
You don't know what to do with any of this, and you just stand there, your vision blurring, as he goes back to his work.
"Maybe it was finally just too much for her..." he muses out loud. "Having such an idiot for a son... It's enough to make me cry."
"Pops? What're you doing out here? Do you know where Mom is?"
He looks up from his work and sets down his tools, wiping the sweat from his brow as he stands up.
"Ah, Sebastian. I was wondering when you'd get home." He raises his head so that the glint of the sun reflects off his goggles, and tugs at his beard with a sad expression. You're not sure now if those are beads of sweat on his face or tears. "Figured I'd... harness all these feelings of mine and finally build us that patio your mother always wanted... and m-maybe then... she'd decide to come back home."
You have no idea what's happening here and you just blink, confused. "What...?"
"She's been missing since Friday, y'see. When I woke up that morning, I was... all by my lonesome... and I haven't heard a single word from her since."
His words are punctuated with sobs and sniffles, and when he finishes talking, he reaches for his goggles and lifts them up off his face, emptying out a flood of collected tears.
"Missing?" you repeat, struggling to wrap your head around what he's telling you. "W-where is she?"
There's a pause as he stares back at you.
"...Y'know," he says slowly, "I would've thought the word 'missing' would answer that question already." He shakes his head, and you can already see new pools of tears collecting. "Got the whole department on the case, of course... If any of 'em hear anything, I'll be the first to know."
You don't know what to do with any of this, and you just stand there, your vision blurring, as he goes back to his work.
"Maybe it was finally just too much for her..." he muses out loud. "Having such an idiot for a son... It's enough to make me cry."