Stefan's mother wrote to him the other day.
It was three pieces of paper of the same old bullshit. He already knew the outline of everything she wrote to him. The first paragraph would be a trap to lure him into a complacency — How are you, my darling son? I hope you are well, blah blah blah. The second would be a brief response to his old letters, an apathetic attempt to care about her son's wellbeing.
The next two and a half pages would be about her. More specifically, her passive-aggressive attempt at making him feel guilty for not staying. She would ramble on about how they were having problems in the farm, and how his father would be looking at other women now that she wasn't a wind nymph. It was all very painful to read.
Stefan took the envelope and tore it to shreds, throwing the paper into the wind for it to carry them to a new place far away from him.
It wasn't like he didn't care about his family. But it was hard to listen to what his mother was saying because she always made it clear that he was the one that ruined her life.
For the rest of the day, he was uncharacteristically sulking. He skipped all club activities and headed to the courtyard, but even flying lost its luster. He floated dejectedly until the breeze mentioned something about hummingbirds being hungry, he wasn't sure, it was harder for him as a half-human to listen to what the wind was saying.
He pulled out his phone and googled "hummingbird food" and found out about hummingbird feeders. All right! That was something to pour his energy on. He floated Downtown and back to gather materials for the feeder and set it up in no time. He floated near it, wondering when the hummingbirds would come.
It was three pieces of paper of the same old bullshit. He already knew the outline of everything she wrote to him. The first paragraph would be a trap to lure him into a complacency — How are you, my darling son? I hope you are well, blah blah blah. The second would be a brief response to his old letters, an apathetic attempt to care about her son's wellbeing.
The next two and a half pages would be about her. More specifically, her passive-aggressive attempt at making him feel guilty for not staying. She would ramble on about how they were having problems in the farm, and how his father would be looking at other women now that she wasn't a wind nymph. It was all very painful to read.
Stefan took the envelope and tore it to shreds, throwing the paper into the wind for it to carry them to a new place far away from him.
It wasn't like he didn't care about his family. But it was hard to listen to what his mother was saying because she always made it clear that he was the one that ruined her life.
For the rest of the day, he was uncharacteristically sulking. He skipped all club activities and headed to the courtyard, but even flying lost its luster. He floated dejectedly until the breeze mentioned something about hummingbirds being hungry, he wasn't sure, it was harder for him as a half-human to listen to what the wind was saying.
He pulled out his phone and googled "hummingbird food" and found out about hummingbird feeders. All right! That was something to pour his energy on. He floated Downtown and back to gather materials for the feeder and set it up in no time. He floated near it, wondering when the hummingbirds would come.
