Carter wasn’t the biggest fans of those who gave people nicknames, and ‘sunshine’ was definitely one of the worsts. Change was a part of life, and overly bright, gloom or descriptive nicknames could make some people uncomfortable or put their entire identities into those labels that defined only a changing aspect of their lives and personalities, making some unable to grow or have enormous pride into something that didn’t define them.
In short, nicknames were better left vague, like ‘son’ and not overly descriptive like ‘sunshine’.
Anyway, with that he had definitely distracted his annoying mind.
His face was definitely showing how out he was as the woman in front asked a question with one of her hands on his right cheek.
“Are you feeling good?”
He didn’t answer nor did any movement to suggest a response and just kept staring on the black marks under the woman’s eyes.
Such relief was heart-warming and pitying for Carter to watch.
He knew just from her smile and face how much she had cared and had probably done for the body in front of her.
He wanted to cheer her up and say that her son was all right and that he was in top shape.
However, It would be immoral of him to say so.
It would mean that the body in front of her was her son, that it was the one she wanted to see, even though it was a young man that knew exactly what was happening.
While his life was already well over, if he responded, he would steal, or pretend to have someone else’s.
He wasn’t that kind of human.
But, when looking in his mind, the disgust he wanted to distract himself from returned again, his stomach twisting, making him sick.
He realized he was also unable to say the contrary, to say that he wasn’t her child.
He gulped.
He hated complicated stuff and would’ve rather died than deal with this.
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Conflicted, he opted for observation rather than active acts.
After some time, the boy’s mom, as Carter concluded, tilted her head slightly, the awkward silence making her head sweat a bit, her smile always there and the sunlight brightening her face.
She breathed deeply and started talking with the same warm voice she used earlier.
She patted his head.
“At least you’ve woken up, that’s what matters.”
The kid snapped back into reality.
Hr felt a pinch of pain in his heart after hearing what she just said.
He didn’t know why though.
His only guess was that the soul of the kid was speaking.
He shrugged the feeling off.
With the kneeling figure in front, he could look at her eyes.
They had a normal dark colour to them, but they were shining, like the hoping eyes of a loving parent.
He pursed his lips.
Maybe I sould just tell her the truth and really just not deal with any of this. But even if he wanted, even if he had already thought of the exact words he needed to say, he couldn’t.
His stomach twisted further.
His mouth had clenched so much, it was as if they were locked.
His contradicting mind was driving him crazy, the feelings he felt so scatered and varied he was more and more confused.
He felt like a little child fighting his own self, not knowing what he wanted.
He exhaled, making a quick decision.
His mind clouded, he chose to wait and see things in a better way when he was less tense.
And even when the time came and something happened, like being framed as a murderer.
He would just get executed.
Who knew? Maybe he’ll get picked up by a lord again.
Even if his identity as a body pocessor was not busted, he would keep his life, revolting as it might, it was the best case scenario.
He was a living ghost in a disgusting disguise, there was nothing he could lose.
Unbeknownst to him, his heart began pounding a bit faster.
His eyes were still staring ahead, where the woman was kneeling, her hand slowly moving downward.
Carter frowned.
With a smooth succession of actions, the woman took one of the kid’s hands and yanked him while rising up.
As soon as she took one of his hand, he knew what would happen.
Carter was quickly brought to the light of the sun as they made their way towards the door to leave.
One hand hiding his eyes from the brightness, he finally looked outside the curtained windows while wondering why he didn’t do so the moment he woke up.
It was a beautiful day outside, perhaps this side of the house was facing towards the east or pretty close as the rising sun was pretty visible up at the right side of the window; it was pretty late in the morning as the light of the sun wasn’t too bright, maybe it would be like this until the sunset, the dimness of the chroma setting a bleak atmosphere to the weather.
In fact, it wasn’t that beautiful of a day, but to Carter, it was the best, not hot but not cold either.
He smiled the best he could while remembering the scenery outside; green hills, sparse trees all over them, and finally some houses to fill the blanks with routes leading to somewhere over their peaks. It was like looking at the countryside back in his world, only with the houses being a bit more modern than it usually would be.
He would've said both world were exactly the same if not for him already knowing it wasn't, so much they were alike.
And before he could think further, he was yanked further towards the corridor.