golden suns that never set
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        Green eyes turned to him despite it all and the boy felt by the wind’s direction now that he had very much to learn when it came to becoming invisible. He wished she had not seen him. Now everything turned even more complicated, and Conor did not want to deal with complicated right now. He did not hate the woman that had given birth to him. He wondered if he wished to. He wished that he could hate his father. But Conor wished for a lot of this and when he got older he would learn that it was his age that often pushed forth feelings that would make him want to do drastic things. He did suffer now when eye contact had been established now. Her lips moved but the whisper did not reach the golden boy’s fluffy ears. His face lowered down towards the ground and hung miserably as he stared at his mother, whose colours he had inherited. ”Mom?” the boy whispered back, wondering how she could truly recognize him. He was no small child anymore like he had been the last time she had seen him.



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