A/N: I just wrote this … I don’t know why … It’ll be longer. I have the full outline in my head, but my spare time is so scarce … *sigh*
Tagline: “One day I fell asleep, and I never woke up.”
“I also found this.”, Jo said retrieving the photo from her pocket then showing it to him, watching as his smile faded. “I was hoping you could explain it to me.” His expression changed into something that resembled terror. From behind him, Abe urged him to tell her, exactly as he did when she found him with the murder weapon and Abe asked him to tell her about the stalker.
“It’s a long story.” Henry uttered with a fake smile. Yes, he was definitely terrified, and honestly she was too. She didn’t know what to make of the picture she found. He stepped out of the way to let her in, while Abe stepped out. They both looked at him, both pleading for him to stay.
“It’s not my story to tell. I’ll be back in a few hours.” he smiled at them.
After Abe left, Jo and Henry both stepped into the antique store, Henry gestured that she should take a seat, but his eyes never met hers, and not long after, he began pacing his gaze nailed to the floor.
“I don’t know where to begin.”
“How about the beginning? Or the fact that you did have child, thing you didn’t mention…”
“It was a long time ago, Jo.”
“That’s not an excuse. There are a lot of things you are not telling me, and I’m tired of excuses.”
“I know you are, but believe me … if I would have the words to explain everything to you I would.”
“What is holding you back? Whatever it is, we can fix it together…” she sounded a bit exasperated now.
“No, we can’t … what I have can’t be fixed.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I tried fixing it for the past 200 years.”
“What?” Jo stared at him, but he didn’t look at her. He didn’t intend to say that but he was angry. “Look, Henry, I don’t know what kind of elaborate game you’re playing, but I’m sick of it. I’m done.” she said as she stormed out of the antiques shop.
A couple of hours later, Abraham Morgan returned to the shop. He expected Henry to have finished his story by now, what he didn’t expect was to find his father alone in the shop, sitting on a chair, elbows propped on his knees, his hands holding his hanging head.
“Pops…?” Abe tried, but Henry didn’t move, so he slowly moved towards his father, dragging a chair and sitting next to him. “What happened?”
“I … I ruined everything.”
“Do we have to leave?” Abe carefully asked.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“So she doesn’t think you’re insane?”
“Worse … ”, he replied with a faint voice.
“What can be worse than that?” his son asked incredulously.
“She thinks I’m a liar.”
“She’s not exactly wrong.”
“I know.”, Henry spoke, defeated.