Part 10
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
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At this rate it felt like I was just escaping the house so no one could see my intentions. The prickling urge to bound out the door at a moment's notice, and run to the hillside where Takahiro awaited was almost impossible to ignore. But I knew I wanted to wait it out. To see if there was even a single reason, a shred of any possibility that things could be different for us as a family.

I almost felt swayed last night. With how my father didn't overturn the table, or shout at my mother or I, but it was obvious something occurred. Why else would my mother be crying at the table as she was this morning?

Curiosity brimmed in my soul. For once I desired to know exactly what happened, for his peace is far more unsettling than his anger.

I reluctantly accepted that I wouldn’t know. If I learned what it was before tomorrow night, then so be it. I doubt it would be anything that could change my mind.

I ate at the cafe on the corner that day, sipping jasmine tea until dark.