BkedBeans

Wallace Reginald tears up while gazing at the masterpieces.

The premonition of something bad happening had struck Wallace Reginald. The pit of his stomach squirmed late one, rather melancholy, night. He always had a natural perception of future events that occur. It wasn’t any sort of divination… It had been the hyper-attentive - and wildly anxious - mind of Wallace. This over-awareness had left him confused. He stared the ceiling pondering the source of this strange and omnipresent feeling. His father? The words ran over and over in his head. Of course, the two had not the smoothest relation. The cold words that his father had spoken to him, and the warmth of the backhand that had repeatedly hit his face haunted him. Wallace could never deny or try to hide the connection between him and his father. Although a brutal one, its described like none other. As the night grew on, Wallace would ponder the man he truly knew as Alexander Leopold. He was a quiet father who rarely showed his affection. This - typically frowned upon - composure had driven the children to seek his approval. They knew that the one thing their father could be was truthful about the way he felt. The night drove on and so did his thoughts. They raced back and forth questioning all the potential reasons he felt the way he did. He had pushed aside these feelings for breakfast. In the sounds of the morning, he had forgotten about his strange intuition - until! The news of his fathers' disappearance had hit harder than any blow to the gut Wallace had ever received. The days soon after had consisted of Wallace’s full isolation from his family. He struggled with finding the motivation to stand up and move - why should he? The man that had said that he wasn’t a good enough son had finally proven it by giving up. The last remains of him were his ravaged room, etching his thoughts of his disappointing family in the mind of the poor boy. “Goodbye Father,” Wallace says, gazing out on the unknown. Wallace had realized that he must take responsibility for the family. That he was the oldest and must firmly grasp onto his life. These thoughts subsided, while Wallace conceived another feeling in his stomach. Similar to the one he felt on the night his father had disappeared, although this one was different. This one held a rather hopeful thought. The thought that his father had left them to make them stronger - not to tear them down. That his father had done this out of his sheer love for his children had settled within Wallace like a warm cup of tea.