42.| Your Father’s Sins

Yuè awoke with a start, torn from his dreams which were more like nightmares than anything. So filled with the pain and hatred that he was starting to become all too acquainted with.

Cold sweat clung to him as he sat up, blinking as he realized that he'd been laid in a bed at some point during the night. He hardly remembered falling asleep after his vision of his mother.

Had that truly been real? It seemed too far-fetched to seem fake, or something that Yuè's mind had conjured as a means to protect his mind from the grips of rage and self disgust that still lingered within him like a festering wound in his heart.

He mourned the feeling of waking up to Gunter holding him close, the sound of his heartbeat ever so steady in his chest as the man refused to allow even an inch of separation between them. Yuè never had nightmares in his arms.