His chin lifts a little in response, eyes narrowed behind the mask.
"You think a name entitles you to the business of every person you share it with? HA! You can share your whole life with another person and it doesn't mean anything at the end of the day. If it's not yours there's nothing you can do." At long last, he steps down from the table. The mask doesn't drop. The hole in his chest is hidden only by his shirt, sunken in that single spot. His hands tuck into his pockets.
"I knew someone with that name once. You have a few features in common. Not everything." Mom would smile. Her hair was longer. Mom wouldn't be a pain in his ass. He'll come up with any excuse he's got to. "It doesn't matter though. That person's been dead for a long time."
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"You think a name entitles you to the business of every person you share it with? HA! You can share your whole life with another person and it doesn't mean anything at the end of the day. If it's not yours there's nothing you can do." At long last, he steps down from the table. The mask doesn't drop. The hole in his chest is hidden only by his shirt, sunken in that single spot. His hands tuck into his pockets.
"I knew someone with that name once. You have a few features in common. Not everything." Mom would smile. Her hair was longer. Mom wouldn't be a pain in his ass. He'll come up with any excuse he's got to. "It doesn't matter though. That person's been dead for a long time."