Dylan stayed silent, not being able to say anything he just looks away even when he felt his dad walking away from him. "I know... you want me gone, right?" He says looking at his son who didn't dare to look at him.
Dylan was fighting with himself when his dad was talking which seemed like he was doing with himself. Dylan felt his wall breaking as he gets comforted by his father, still completely unaware of what his father could do with him getting lost within him, he lets out a shaky breath.
"I will make it come true..." The elder says as he walks swiftly near the largest shard which could help him have a good grip, he bends down grabbing the broken shard that caught his attention, he eyes it with a sad smile.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!