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LegendarypkmnNyunyu is back from the under world!

Just remind you guys that this story is not on HIATUS or WRITER'S BLOCK!

I just don't have free times to write to the computer!

I write some first on my notebook, so yeah.

Willowdove: Thanks you your review! Well, I haven't updating cuz the hectic school. Yeah, it's been a long time since my last update. Almost 5 months or more... I really feel bad. Some author I am...

Look dear readers, I tried my best for updating, so please be patient

Like I said up there, none of my stories are on hiatus, I just have no time.

So, on to the story!

Last chapter...

"It's not the future, dear. It's the real time on the earth. The day after that horrible storm."

"So, what is it?", he asked again, a little bit impatient.

She stared at the house that stood in front of them, "This is your house, Vaughn. The one and only place where you were born."

-His Sorrow Heart, First Chain-

"Wh-what...?", Vaughn said in disbelief.

"You heard me right, dear. It's our humble abode. The home of our family.", said Helena.

Vaughn turned to his mother, grabbed her hand and dragged her away from the house as if it was a haunted house.

"Vaughn, what are you doing?", she said as she tried to walked the same pace as her only son.

"I don't know where I am and I never live there. Let's just go somewhere else.", he replied with his fingerless-gloved hand still gripped on his mother's soft hand.

"Vaugh, let us meet our father first. He mis-"

"I never knew a man whom I have to call father. The man who live in the house is a SOB", he said coldly.

Helena gasped. "Don't you dare call your father like that, Vaughn! He's your one and only father taht brought you to this world! And-"

"And tried to kill me then dumped me? Hmph. Yeah right. Some father he is.", Vaughn said with pure anger in every word he said and rage on his amethyst eyes.

Helena grabbed his arm, putting a little force so he couldn't just walked away, "Please Vaughn. Just see his face, although he can't see or hear you. You don't know what he has been through. He missed you every second of his life, Vaughn!"

"Missed me! Now why I have to believe on that bullshit! Tell me, then. Why he wanted to killed my back then? He never loves me! He loves you and only you, mom! If he missed me and regretted what he done, he could just go to Aunt Mirabelle's and meet me! Did he ever do or think of doing that?! Never!", anger was on his voice but his eyes were full with sadness and pain that had been bottled up for the past fifteen years. His body was trembling with his gaze on the ground and she knew that he was fighting back the tears on his eyes.

She put her hand on his shoulder and with the other hand tilted his chin up so she could see his eyes which brimming with tears.

"Vaughn, please. Please meet your father. If you don't want to do it for his sake, then do it for my sake. Please just know what he has been through. It's a real heavy for him, but still he go on with the burden."

Vaughn shifted his gaze to stared at his mother, his mind flooded with many thoughts. He would never admit it, but deep in his heart, he missed his father. Although he made Vaughn's childhood a pain memory for him, he still longing for a father figure in his life. A father, who with his ears on every single of his son's problems.

Finally, he gave in. With a sigh, he spoke,"Alright. But I'm doing it because you ask me to, mom."

Helena smiled happily, as she thought, "At least he is willing to see his father."

She held Vaughn's hand and guided him back to the house. He felt nervous as they walked through the door like a ghost would. The light in the house was dimmed, no one seemed to be on the first floor. After all, the person who lived in the house was only Albert, Helena's husband and Vaughn's father. They walked through the corridor which the wall was full with photographs. There was a photo of young Aunt Mirabelle and Helena, each of them holding a trophy for winning the horse race. There was also the photograph of Vaughn and Julia, playing on the field with the prized cow their family own. Even his baby photo was there, exactly where he remembered it. They looked at the pictured memory until they arrived at the livingroom.

The lamp beside the sofa and the old heater in front of the sofa were turned on, but no one was on sight. Then they went to the kicthen, just across the living room. Everything was still on the same place since Helena's death , but he was no where to be seen.

"Let's try upstairs.", Helena suggested.

They went to the corridor and went to the stairs next to the kitchen. In the second storey, there were 2 doors. Vaughn went to the first door and turned the knob.

"It's locked."

Then, they try the second door, that leads to the master bedroom. There, sat a man with silver hair, wearing a button up blue checkered blouse and a dark blue jeans, on the edge of the bed, hugging something to his chest, silent tears streaming to his slightly wrinkled face from his closed eyes.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...not a good husband... never be a good father... too selfish...", he muttered over and over.

Helena, couldn't bear the heart breaking scene, rushed to her husband side, hugging him tightly as she could, even he could not see her. She believed that he could feel it, the warmth of her body.

"Don't cry, my dearest. Time will always rolling and I believe...someday we will be together again and nothing will seperate us again. It pains to wait, but tou only have this one chance to live in this wonderful world, my love. Our love will never faded, as long as my heart belongs to you.", she whispered lovingly to her husband's ear.

She stood up and walked back to Vaughn's side, but Vaughn didn't move a step. He didn't know what to do, let alone what he feels. His mind swiriling with many thoughts, waiting for him to choose one of them. But something other that his mind urge him to sat next to him and told him anything, anything that came to mind. And that's what he did.

He want to told him, everything, anything. He wanted him to know what he felt the last time they met. He wanted to told him about his wonderful life with Aunt Mirabelle. He wanted to told him about how much annoying was Julia and her big mouth, yet she still kind to him. He wanted to told him how much he longed his father to be on his side, to be a father figure to him. Truth to be told, he never had a father figure in his life with Aunt Mirabelle, consider that Julia's father died in an accident when Julia was 3. He wanted to told him how proud he is to be an animal trader, because of his love to animals like his father.

"...I miss you dad. I...know that maybe you're not the greatest father, but yeah...you're still my one and only father I have. Stop blaming yourself, it's not your fault. I miss you so much but I'm too stubborn to admit it.", Vaughn said. Then, he got up and walked back to his mother. She smiled softly at him. Then, they watched the husband and father as he fell into a deep slumber, still hugging the small wooden plank. A spec of light sparked, shimmering and spinning around the two, teleporting them to another place.

The man's grip on the wooden plank weakened and it fell beside the sleeping man. The thing that he held tightly, like his life was deepened on it, was a framed photograph. There, stand a beautiful woman, craddling a cocoon blanket with a baby inside it, who had a tuff of white hair on the baby's head. The woman smiled happily, while the baby sleep peacefully in her embrace.

Aaaaaaaaand done!

There! Another chapter!

I'm quite slow at updating, cuz my school is my priority! But that doesn't mean that I have a writer's block! Or put my story on Hiatus!No sireeee!

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