Commitments are not for certain times~80

Klyx just received the hug given by a father whom he cannot see. It's hands were longer than his. His chest were broad and he can tell that he is taller. His scent was the same as the towel left by his mother. Klyx had no one to ask about his father. He does not know how he looked like since he was often told that he resembles his mother. He can hear his breath brushing his baby hairs. It was warm and it does not have any tint of cigarettes or mint like he imagined. It had the smell of ginger.

Junya can see his wife's face on Klyx. He was grateful that his escape plan were halted. Well he might end up paying the price for having Bireh's back glued to a foam but it is more than he could ask. He have a son. It was the dream he longed to witness. It was the moment he waited for many years. But then he cannot show his face. He only had his voice soothing his son. "Klyx.... Klyx.. What a unique name." Junya called as if the name was meant to be rolled out of his tongue.