Bloody HannibalUsername: + Dark Age +
Name: Diron
Where did he get his suit?:Out of everything they teach you in school, they never teach you how to deal with the loss of someone close to you.
They never tell you about the shock and the denial as soon as you hear the news.
Or the pain of holding back tears.
Or the numbness of acceptance once the casket is put in the ground.
Diron was a young boy when his mother was taken from him. An accident, his aunt had told him. He had no idea what happened, he just knew his mother was gone. The only one who had ever been there for him was now gone. Forever. He wouldn't let himself cry. He never did. He let a cool numbness fall over him, drowning out the fear and the sadness.
The day of his mother's funeral had gone by in a flash. He woke up early, went to as shop to buy a suit, and got ready to go. He loved the suit, he had to admit. He had always loved them. He loved the soft, cool fabric.
The funeral was harder than expected. It was so hard not to burst into tears. Soon, the numbness fell over him once again.
He hated that he was going to a foster home. He just wanted to be alone. His aunt stated that his new foster mother would arrive soon. And just as she spoke,
An older woman walked up to him. " Hello dear child. You must be Diron. My name is Rose. " She seemed quite perky, yet an aura of sadness seemed to radiate around her. It seemed she was sad because of his mother's death as well. His ears dropped as he remembered this.
" Yep, that's me " he said, not bothering with even a smidge of enthusiasm. Rose smiled gently, understandingly.
As time passed, he grew used to being a foster child. He now had a brother and a sister too! Rose was a kind older woman and took care of all three of them. She told them stories every night and tucked them in snugly. And while he did miss his mother, he was happy. He still had the suit, and wore it every other day. It reminded him of his mother, but it also reminded him that he had to move on.