A few weeks ago.
"Father."
A small voice reached Silas through the darkness along with something tugging lightly at his ear.
"Father."
Silas opened his eyes instantly.
Wide awake.
For a moment he couldn't move.
He turned his head and looked at Xavier standing beside the bed in small dinosaur pajamas, looking entirely alive.
Silas stared at him.
His child.
The child he had buried months ago.
His chest tightened violently.
Before thought could properly form, Silas grabbed Xavier into his arms and held him tightly.
It felt real. Too real to had his child under his arms.
Xavier immediately squirmed in protest and pushed against his chest.
"Father, I don't like Luxmore City."
Silas loosened his hold slowly.
His mind couldn't process the sentence.
He had returned from death itself only to hear his son complain first thing in the morning.
And somehow, Silas had missed even this. His whining, his complaints, he missed everything.
