Second chance to love again

chapter 2

November 3, 1981 5:43 p.m..

Adrian was frowning deeply. He was a man; maybe neither the best nor the worst, he had to go through many things to make good decisions, but at the end of the day he was with whoever he had to beat so the world was free and better, he liked to help (anonymously) whoever need help and can't afford it (like old Johnson), improving food over time so it's not so hard to eat (if they have to eat it for the rest of their lives, of course); But before that, he lived and did a lot, mainly as a policeman: hearing cries of supplication, blood on his hands (more or less), atrocities that his own apprehensions had done to the victims, the beatings and torture. Yes, Adrian Donovan has been through a lot, more bad than good, but he has, and the past cannot be changed, much to his misfortune.

Especially now, where Adrian regrets more than one choice made of his own volition.

Perhaps the first decision of all he regretted most was letting his best friend's father tell the department about the mission that went wrong and led to a police officer's death. His friend had been too apologetic to be him, and he blamed himself every night when he knew the child he cared for was happy and safe and asleep.

The second decision that (try to say - lie - to himself) he regrets the most, was the moment when he decided to legally adopt the previously named child. He wondered, at times like this, if it wasn't the best thing to leave the boy in some orphanage or something, or send him to his paternal uncles, wherever he was.

Little snorts that pretended to be a boat engine came out of the blue-eyed boy's mouth as one of his hands splashed in the water and the other held a wooden boat that moved over the soapy water at a warm temperature. The boy was sitting in the bathtub, his body soaking wet and his hair messy with shampoo; the boy was very amused, apparently not caring much about his surroundings. It hadn't been less than five minutes since Adrian did nothing but stare at him, lost in thought, where the boy had stopped crying to laugh out loud and then completely ignored him.

Adrian, with his robes and hair totally wet and an icy expression in his eyes, kept repeating why he was in that situation, only him.

"What if next time you show me what you want?" Adrian spoke after a few minutes, and little Henry looked up at him with eyes gleaming with amusement and tranquility, still waving his free hand gently over the water. "Not by chance will it solve all your problems, silly child."

Henry laughed, as if he completely understood everything Adrian had told him and didn't care at all. Adrian frowned, huffing, and made a mental note to remember the boy's bath toys next time, thus avoiding another flood in his master bathroom. It was also noticed not to wear good robes when it comes to bathing that demon.