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lost one's weeping

— what shall become of those who cannot handle the grief of loved ones?

tags: silver & lilia, angst, major character death

his father has been ill for some time now, and silver always make sure to stay by his side no matter what

thankfully all that's left of his college studies is his ongoing thesis, whereas he collected the samples already & can finish it without leaving his father's bedside

his father never minded if he leaves actually, if he still needs to attend classes— while silver would've chose to pause his studies to accompany his only family, of course his father will only urge him to 'not bother for this old man' and 'ill be fine, now go!'

sometimes during their lighthearted chats, father would tell him to take things easy, to take rests whenever needed

'dont push yourself too hard, dear, nobody's chasing u around!'

silver would put a thin smile at his father's remarks

but deep down silver knew. there's something looming between him and his father, and what was once used to be the two of them against the whole world, something was eyeing them ever since his father entered this ward- gaze dead-focused solely on his father, like a hunter waiting for the best time to snatch their prey. to take his father away from him.

the clock is ticking, tic, toc.

silver is racing against time, against all odds; but he'd do anything, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 to win this race

not once did he leave the very same ward his father's in since months ago, if not for grabbing lunch or running his father's errands. he wouldn't. he 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵. even as his logic tried to compromise with his mind, that all living beings will surely depart someday, he cant stand the thought of it

after all, how wld he be able to live then? how is he supposed to function with the absence of his father, when his father is all he ever knew throughout his life? the air around him, his beating heart— everything around him morphs in the form of his father

he would cease to exist if it weren't for his father. heck, even if he did survive without his figure back then, he's 100% sure his infant self would rather be eaten by the wolves in the woods if it knew his father doesn't exist

it's his love that made him alive after all, and it always will be.

so when that fateful night when laughter filled the room after malleus & sebek's visit, when all had toned down, his father asked him if he could do him a favor

silver agreed of course, altho he dislikes the tense air that had seemingly built up in the room

father proceeds with a seemingly simple, yet for silver it sounded like something too inaccomplishable for a task:

silver sat still, unable to mutter a word

looking up to his father, he was welcomed by his gleeful smile; one he had always loved, one he would see everyday during the course of his life by far. one he knew he could always return to after a long journey, something to call home; one he couldn't bear the thought of losing

a stray tear fall

silver doesn't even realize he was crying, not until his father pulled him into a hug. droplets from his eyes seeped into his father's shirt, and only in the safe haven of his father did he starts to sob uncontrollably

that night, he was basked in his father's embrace once again- with pats and soft hums adorned his hair

he cried and cried and cried— until no more tears are able to fall

he sobs and sobs and sobs— until his throat runs dry and not a single voice escaped his mouth

he wail and wail and wail— yet no matter how hard he weeps, none of his sadness seemed to ease

the room was silent if not for silver's cries, and though his beloved son did not mutter a single word, he understood all the same

it's his son after all, and no matter how he would've loved to be with him forever, he had lived long enough for the curtain call

little did silver knew that it's not only him that is aware of its presence, of death lurking in the depths

lilia knew it all too well, all those times he spent at the battlefield wasn't all for naught

though he is, in all truthness, is practically amazed at how vastly different their meetings now

he used pester on how much time he should spent in this desolate world, why didnt it take him already, even begging it during meleanor's passing:

'take me with you. please.'

but now? oh, how time has changed.

how he tried to compromise with death for more time, at least until his beloved son's graduation, or even longer. a single second of time spent with his son is worth more than anything he had sacrificed all these years

yet death is but just to all kinds of beings. no compromises. no deal could be made, no pact could be signed. the time had been decided before ages even existed, and death had been anything but ruthless to ensure it intact

people view death as malevolent, but it's this unyielding nature that keeps the world in order

it's past midnight, and his son had long fell asleep. he's probably too tired from all those crying, lilia thought to himself, whilst still caressing his hair

determined, he decides to acknowledge the other being in the room; might as well chat for a bit before he departs

'we meet again! finally you came for me'

'.......'

'although this time i dont need to beg you to take me'

'.....that child'

'oh, you mean my child?'

'......he wouldnt be able to function without you.'

lilia stood still. a motionless glance as he gazed upon his son, he opens his mouth, voice barely above a whisper

'what do you see, dear reaper?'

a deafening silence ensues

‘even so'

lilia spoke calmly, breaking the silence

'i knew you would be as just to my beloved son, as you do to any other beings. wouldnt you lord reaper?'

'.......'

'he was a good son. and always will be'

'no matter how deep the wound of grievances are, im sure he'll find purpose. even if it's not always in the lightful manner, for he is blessed by the blessing of the night'

'but he will. survive. and when the time comes, we'll finally be able to spend another eternity together again'

a step closer. as lilia saw the forlorn blade of woe emerges beneath the reaper's surface, he hugs his son tighter into his embrace, murmuring a gentle promise with his warmest of smile

'may we meet again, under a lovelier dawn'

thus, the sky was cleared of its fog, along with a piece of life in it