His mother’s breath was always full of smoke, nails that d his cheeks stained yellow, and cracked, and her smile, even though her thin lips were cracked, and her cheeks sunken, was one of the most lovely things he’d set his eyes on. Even if it wasn’t directed towards him. The love of her life, the scramble that she sacrificed everything for, was the only thing that could make her mottled skin, decripit self *feel*. He could never be as good. From a young age, he’d fought to have that shine in her eyes directed towards him. Doing everything she asked, and always putting on a smile for his father — even if he only saw him two weekends out of the month. His mama was sick, he knew that, he knew it in the way she cried, she threw up, it’s why all of his allowance from Daddy went to her. He was 15 when she finally walked away, though. Stumbling out of the house, screaming for anything, anything. It was so hot that day, even he was sweating. She’d collapsed, her pulse skyrocketing, her breathing low, eyes glazed, and body so, so cold. Daddy had told him it wasn’t his fault, that his mama had a problem that no one could fix, and everyone always asked ... How did he not know? But he knew. He knew. He knew her screams of anger, of need, he knew the fear of seeing her shaking on the floor after a fix, unresponsive, so worried that she’d accuse him of having the money she needed, that he’s selfish, she should have never had him. It’s why he pops valium on the regular, subdued into bliss, finally taking time for himself. Taking time after his daddy passed, because really, how else is he to live? Everyone’s gone, and he’s left with his thoughts. No one spoiled him when he was younger, he should be able to in his older age.

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Ever since losing his parents, his temperament has become more mild, thanks to the plentiful valium he pops on the daily. He's not afraid to ask for what he wants, especially since so many seem so willing to give it to him nowadays.

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