at most a ghost or falling leaf from your family tree [ va ]

[finley !!]

" your legacy's not yours to see

nor is your eulogy, "

scarred paws sunk into ground that wasn't concrete for the first ever time. mumble let out an exhale and started walking through the dirt, a cacophony of their mother and father's cries after them falling on deaf ears. they were done, they were tired, and this was the last goddamn straw that broke the.. well, cat's back. there was vibration from the ground behind them and mumble whipped around, ready to fight, just to see.. it was their mother.

' look, [-----], we're not going to hurt you- we- we'll stop screaming, i promise-! ' she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. mumble hissed at the grating noise of their deadname escaping from their mother's mouth yet again.

' mother. what did i say about calling me that. ' their voice was cold and heavy. but saying it felt freeing. with a loud sigh, their mother started into the spiel she always rattled off when mumble corrected her. this time mumble didn't stand for it though. they turned away and continued walking. their mother didn't follow.

' IF YOU'RE GOING TO LEAVE, THEN LEAVE. ' mumble's father bellowed. ' BUT YOU DON'T HAVE A PLACE HERE ANYMORE. '

mumble continued walking.

" and you'll never know what it all means. "