Father is no more...
It was as if his world was beginning to collapse. He loses grip on the phone, it tumbles in the rainwater and soaks in the dirt inside. Ravine was shaking him awake from this dreary Gothic dream. He was not in his senses. He doesn't want to believe what he just read.
[Mom, this is a sick prank] He out to text his mother. But then again, why would she joke about such a topic? He knows his mother's personality like the back of his hand. He could never catch her deviating from the truth.
"Aaron! Aaron!" His muffled voices soon clear up. Beside him sat Ravine, buck naked. He was shaken awake.
"I- I saw the message. I'm sorry." Saying she, calls another person amidst the rain.
Within half on hour, with the same dirty clothes on, Ravine tells her financier to book them the fastest jet or helicopter to reach the countryside.
"It would take 2 hours ma'am!" The pilot yells, checking his gear. "Better than several!" She yells.
She was panicking for the male. Aaron was devoid of any emotions. He wasn't sad nor melancholic. He only stared into the abyss and he looked like a living corpse to her. She was in tears at his condition. Not even a day has passed since he's come back from his home... yet this happens.
As they reached their house, landing anonymously on someone's crops, Ravine drags Aaron to make a run to catch a taxi to their location.
Ten minutes pass by.
Within 2 hours and ten minutes, all the best doctors of America have stationed outside the mystic mansion of the Skiez. Ravine fishes her way through the swarm. Aaron followed closely behind her.
When he was in view of his father, the man laid like he was sleeping peacefully to him. Aaron, only then burst into a sea of tears. There was nothing that could hold and conceal his sadness now.
When everything seemed so perfect, his world collapsed at once.
His cousins hold him. He was tempted to go embrace his father's dead body and cling to him as if he shall come back to the ground. His mother held his shoulders and cried on his back. She understands his longing. His father passed away because he wasn't able to manage his emotions and let himself become the CEO.
He simply... wasn't ready. He was capable and he was passionate enough to lead people.
The passion, his first love of holding a camera on his shoulders costed him more than days of restless nights. It cost the life of his father.
Suddenly, a glimpse of his memory flashes before him, in his closed pair of eyes.
"Son! Never forgive yourself if you've failed your passion! Do you understand!?" Him and his father were in a heated discussion, not an argument. His mother stood beside them, shaking her head because their dynamic was like a dynamite. They either spoke too loud or laughed too loud together.
"I've not given up on my passion, pa. But look what it costed me." He says to himself as his father's body was going six feet under. The other cousins of his settled abroad were shocked to know the by-law-inheritor of the Skiez family has kicked the bucket.
They all gathered after a few hours later.
The sky was a roar of tears here too.
Aaron was drenched in the rain for two reasons and feeling two emotions today.
One out of love for his girlfriend, and the other with regret towards not helping his father out and chasing his dreams like a child chasing a butterfly.
"Come on. Get to your feet, love. Let's go home." His mother coos softly. The man with his face tucked into his arms croaks out, "I'm fine here. I'll come by my own." Says Aaron.
He hears wet footsteps of people leaving after his mother hugged his figure.
A few moments pass by. The tears were flowing down his face, mixed along with rain.
He's expected everyone to leave him be.
But as he turned around, he was in shambles to see Ravine lying on the ground while staring at the sky with her spectacles blocking the drops penetrating her eyes.
"You... didn't leave?"
"How could I?" She questions him back. She turns to look at him.
"Your father must have loved you the most. You were his only son, right?" She asks him, making him sway with reminiscent emotions again.
He lands on her arm, she quickly curled him into her soft hug as he cried on her bosom.
"Shush... I wonder how your father will scold you if he sees you crying like this." That made him chuckle.
"He would shake me up and say I was a little child to cry in front of his grave. He w-wants me to be happy no matter what. He was m-my beat buddy." Says Aaron.
Meanwhile, Ravine was lost in her own world.
Did her father ever feel this way with her? Did he ever care about her like Aaron's father did to him?
What was wrong with being rich and royal but never learning to be affectionate to the daughter who needed parental support the most?
What happened to the King of a state who's never ever spoke to his daughter in ten long years? A decade seemed like a hard pill to digest for her now.
It's been the longest of times, in her memory.
Out of the blue, someone holds an umbrella above their heads. They look up to a distorted image of a man in a long, black trench coat.
He was one of Aaron's most trusted members of his father's enterprises. Mr. Shay Hannes.
They've come to remind him of who shall be the next CEO by heredity.
"Respected Sir Aaron Skiez, son of Timothy Skiez
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We are sorry for your loss. But the company's funds and storage have been stolen by your uncle John. We cannot trace him out in Italy.
Please, I implore you.
Come join us as soon as possible. As your head secretary, I shall do my best for the company. Sir."
Uncle John fucked up big time.
Aaron's eyes grew red. Ravine was scared of what wild beast would emerge from Aaron now.
After all, Aaron and nor his father would leave any bad deed towards the family... unpunished.
"Uncle John, huh?"
He was coming for his head.
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A/n: WITH THIS, SEASON 1 COMES TO AN END!!
