Chosen For Sacrifice

Arthur imagined this moment enough for it to turn into a memory. He wanted nothing more than a reunion with his father, but as the man stood in front of him, looking just as thin and gentle, Arthur did not move.

"I can understand your confusion," his father scratched the back of his head, closed his eyes, and gave a bashful smile. "I can't believe that you grew so much older," there were tears in his eyes as he said. "I'm sorry for not being there to see you as a man."

His father walked toward him slowly as Arthur stood motionless. His eyes did not look away from his father, but he couldn't do anything but feel his father hugging him.

"I missed you, Arthur," his father whispered as Arthur's face was buried into his chest. His warmth and nostalgic scent brought memories that Arthur had sealed long ago. Arthur did not think that there were tears left in him, but they poured down.