#aeonianapollo

"It's Mid-August on the Coast. Don't expect a rain storm."

"This speck-- this tiny, innocent, little speck is a fuckin' fruit fly, man. A fully fucking equipped, area 51, deadly, dangerous fruit fly."

aeonianapollo

          He simply could not believe she would              leave him for a beast like him. Disgusting bitch. This was the man              she was sneaking off with, he just knew it. Edward could feel it              burning in his veins. The acrimony of it all, really. All those nights              spent alone, his betrothed spent them wrapped in another man's embrace.

             No more. Oh heavens!-- no more. He would not stand for something              like this to belittle him! Alas, though his mind was aflame with distress              and seething fury, the brute of a man forced himself to breathe.              One step at a time.

             Yet, what woman stained his mind with such anger to blind him? None.              There was never any bride that he had tied himself to. Edward was a              single bachelor.

             Stepping from his vehicle, his mind went rampant again. How fast could              he do this? Where could he hide the body? Did he have time to drag it              back home for a proper display? No. Not now.

                      It’s never easy for a parent to hurt their child, even if it is                       unintentional. Devin sits with his fingers placed like prayers,                       resting in his lap. His digits tap together while he traces                       from the interior of his home to that of his daughter. She                       doesn’t suspect a thing.                                        “I’m not sure if your mother told you.                                                       …                                                         I’m dying.”

                             "----What?"

          Her voice cracks. She wishes he's joking, some           crude joke that he's been bound to pull for years           now. She's expecting--no, praying for the 'ha,            fooled you!'. Arms tighten around her middle,           joints already trembling with the anticipation of           dreadful news.