Michael p.o.v
I stared into the blank, with my arrow in hand.
The dart board in the distance, a proof of my credentials as a legendary archer.
I had two arrows hit the bull’s eye already, usually would keep me active and competitive, but once again I had seemed to lose my grip of reality.
I was lost in my thoughts again.
I could not help but imagine what it would feel like to be united with my son.
His image lived rent free in my head, as well as his agility.
He was the embodiment of a heir, handsome, well built even for a kid, and most interestingly intelligent.
I knew how much of a disruption I would cause in their lives if I moved according to the will of my heart.
I barely was in their lives the past years, all of a sudden I just show up, and try to fix myself into the
