【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第五章(39)
Now, looking down at his son, Philza knew it to be true.
Wilbur was holding his own hand in his lap. In the dark, Phil could just barely make out a jagged, barely-healed scar on his palm. He wanted to ask a million things at once—are you okay who did that what happened will you ever forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me—but he held his silence, even if it was the second-most painful thing he had ever done.
He waited.
And waited.
He would wait until the world ended, if that was what it took.
And then, eventually, Wilbur spoke. “It really was meant to be.”
“I’m sorry?” Phil asked gently.
“Yeah.” Wilbur sighed heavily. “You should be.”
“Wil—”
“Why didn’t you visit?” Wilbur asked suddenly. Overhead, lightning arched across the midnight sky, and Phil finally allowed himself to look—really look—at his son. His jaw was sharper, his shoulders broader, but underneath the blood and grime and the haunted eyes, it was still his boy. His Wilbur, terrified of the dark. “Or even write a letter? Anything?”
Wilbur was holding his own hand in his lap. In the dark, Phil could just barely make out a jagged, barely-healed scar on his palm. He wanted to ask a million things at once—are you okay who did that what happened will you ever forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me—but he held his silence, even if it was the second-most painful thing he had ever done.
He waited.
And waited.
He would wait until the world ended, if that was what it took.
And then, eventually, Wilbur spoke. “It really was meant to be.”
“I’m sorry?” Phil asked gently.
“Yeah.” Wilbur sighed heavily. “You should be.”
“Wil—”
“Why didn’t you visit?” Wilbur asked suddenly. Overhead, lightning arched across the midnight sky, and Phil finally allowed himself to look—really look—at his son. His jaw was sharper, his shoulders broader, but underneath the blood and grime and the haunted eyes, it was still his boy. His Wilbur, terrified of the dark. “Or even write a letter? Anything?”
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