He had wanted to be a hero, not the villain.
That didn’t really matter now, though, as he was firmly (seemingly) on the opposing side of to the angels.
It’s not like anyone would believe him anyway should he ever speak out and try to clear his name. He wasn’t the first to be in this position and he likely wouldn’t be the last, but that was a cold comfort if it gave any comfort at all.
Which it didn’t.
“Is there any point to asking you why you’ve turned your back on our family? On everything we’ve taught you?” his father asked, his mother a silent wraith next to him as they stared at one another from across the courtyard.
“Would you believe anything I say?” he countered.
His mother snorted while his father cast an unhappy glance sideways at his wife, but said nothing against her coming words, “No one would trust the word of a traitor.”
“And yet you have trusted the word of a coward.” he snapped back.
His mother’s face twisted, destroying the illusion of gentility as a sneer painted itself across her face. “Once again, we have to trust the word of a traitor in order to believe what you have to say about that so-called ‘coward.'”
Adam closed his eyes against her face. He hadn’t ever expected her face to look like that while it was pointed in his direction. Oh, he had seen it several times in the past, when he was a child and then a young man, but always from a distance and never to him personally.
He missed seeing her smiles, and it was likely that he would only ever see them again in his life through a glass darkly.
Well, it wasn’t like one didn’t have to leave behind their childhood at some point.
But, he thought to himself as he left his childhood home, It usually didn’t mean that you literally left everyone and everything you knew as a child because you were no longer welcome.
Adam just had to keep reminding himself that it would all work out in the end.
He didn’t know if he could bear the thought that it could turn out any different from what he hoped at the moment without breaking.
He couldn’t afford to break.
No one could afford to have him break at a time like this.
There was too much still left to do.
His father watched him leave, not going back into their home with his wife until the sight of his eldest son’s back was no longer visible.
The elderly gentleman was so very tired of all this and he had not wanted his son to have to follow this path, though he would never be able to share his suspicions with anyone.
Not even with his wife, who felt such things far more deeply than he did.
“I hope that you will stay safe, son.” he whispered to the empty landscape in front of his eyes.
Response to this Light and Shade Challenge.