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Plot was helped by IRINA_MA- Tysm
And sorry if it isn't how you want it to be lmaoo







































Many type's of sweet's and cake's was served on top of the table

Three people sat on that one rounded table three laughing and having fun

One having their brown hair, straight but yet curled and twist at its ends
Her face shined out the most warmth anyone could ever compare,. Well not when it come's to [ Name ]

Another seemingly had their hair white with dark brown roots
His eyes glowing with such shimmers that no one could ever count

Another one with blonde hair.. Short
And blue eyes.. Almost Navy but yet still light coloured

Laugh's filled the air

Tommy had never sawn this.. Man laughed out loud like that at all
It was seemingly as if he was just as happy with those commoners then his own children's

When did he ever laughed like that? All Tommy remembers was those cold and stoic face who alway's gaze at him with full consciousness

Who is he?

Tommy walked up towards him, the dirt beneath him made sound's after meeting in contact with his boots

Srak

Srak

Srak

Drab

Drab

As Tommy reached him, he could never had recognize him

Was the devil all this time held a faceade? Or was he the father that he truly wished for since he was young?

That heaven face, stress nor worries ever shadow's it ever
All because if those commoners.

But as his gaze landed on Tommy, it turned into a quick frown
"What do you want?" He asked, as Tommy look at him with a slight hurted gaze

Just when the face Tommy once enjoyed on seeing.. Turned into the faceade he hated the most.

"Nothing, I'm simply asked if there is more?" Tommy asked, as the man shook his head giving him a short answer

Now Tommy know's.

That face would never be something he would see, or make alone

Instead.. He was the one that was given the devil face instead of that loving father he wished for when wilbur was long drowning

"I see" Tommy responded, as he then walked away with no words

His golden hair locks shining with the sun, flowing with the wind
His cape that was made by his sister loving hands flying in rhythm

Now he know.. That no one could ever love him like his sister ever do.

Not even father.




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Ik it is short but this is as far as how I can come up with.

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