Janus
Janus could feel his heart pounding in his tightened chest. He could feel the blood rushing to his head. One part of him wanted to smile and run to his parents like he was a kid again. But he wasn’t. Years of hardship have molded him. Changed him. So instead, when his dad nodded, Janus turned around and wouldn’t face them. After all, they were the ones who left both their children to survive on their own. “Janus,” his dad called, carefully walking towards him as if Janus were a dangerous animal, waiting to lash out at him. “Explain,” Janus responded coldly, putting much effort into getting back on his feet. “Janus you have to understand we did this for you and your sister,” Kamila Ansel cried, tears streaming down her face. Janus’s dad put a hand on his shoulder, but he quickly shook i
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