stupid verso [Fingers curl against his chest for one. Fingers curl around the handle of a cane for the other. The emotions are overwhelming, too excessive for his back to bear; he lifts his cane but to smash the bottom into the ground. The act splinters stone and flattens dirt.
Renoir leaves heavily into the support it offers, feeling none coming from the other side of the argument. The loss of control is not something he remembers in the past. In the present, however, where they are present in different moments? He's not the one who remembers.
If he remembers.]
But my son, there is nothing left at the end. [Nothing. The word always breaks him emotionally. To have nothing is to lose everything. And they both know what he cares for more than anything.] Why do you refuse to accept that?
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stupid verso
[Fingers curl against his chest for one. Fingers curl around the handle of a cane for the other. The emotions are overwhelming, too excessive for his back to bear; he lifts his cane but to smash the bottom into the ground. The act splinters stone and flattens dirt.
Renoir leaves heavily into the support it offers, feeling none coming from the other side of the argument. The loss of control is not something he remembers in the past. In the present, however, where they are present in different moments? He's not the one who remembers.
If he remembers.]
But my son, there is nothing left at the end. [Nothing. The word always breaks him emotionally. To have nothing is to lose everything. And they both know what he cares for more than anything.] Why do you refuse to accept that?