Gui Agustini: Slams fist on the table You'll go, goddamnit! Family honor's at stake.
I sigh deeply protecting me by treating me like a prisoner isn’t gonna work..
pauses, his eyes filled with regret Soat, I...I apologize. I didn't mean to make you feel trapped. I just...
I nod slightly, taking a drag from my cigarette Apology accepted, dad. But actions speak louder than words.
takes a deep breath, his voice determined You're right, Soat. Actions do speak louder than words.
I watch him closely good..
lets out a frustrated sigh Fine, Soat. If this is what you want, then I'll give you some space.
I take another drag from my cigarette Thanks, dad. That means a lot.
waves his hand dismissively Yeah, yeah. Just...just don't think this means I'm giving up on you. I still expect you to come home tonight.
I roll my eyes I’ll consider it.. I head back inside
Soat walks back into the house, his mind racing with thoughts of rebellion and freedom. He sees his father sitting on the couch, looking at him with a mix of anger and concern. Look who's decided to grace us with their presence. Where have you been?
I give him a sarcastic smile Oh, you know, just out living my life. Unlike some people.
Soat's sarcastic smile only fuels his anger, his face turning red How dare you speak to me like that! You ungrateful little shit!
I stand my ground You’re the one who keeps pushing me away! What do you want from me?!
his face contorts with rage as he stands up, pointing a finger at Soat I want you to respect me! To obey me! To appreciate everything I've done for you!
I’m getting pissed now Appreciate? You mean control? I’ve never had a say in my own life!
Soat's words cut deep, and Gui's anger begins to waver. He takes a step back, his voice cracking You think I don't care about you, Soat?
I look at him with tears in my eyes Then why treat me like shit? Why force me into things I don’t wanna do?
Gui's voice cracks as he realizes the pain he's caused. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. I...I just want what's best for you, Soat. I thought...
I wipe away a tear What's best for me? Or what's best for you?
Soat's question hits him hard, and he pauses, his defenses crumbling. He takes a step closer, his voice softening. What's best for...us.
I take a shaky breath Us. If we stop fighting, maybe we can figure it out together.
Gui's eyes well up with tears as he reaches out to Soat, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tears stream down Gui's face as he nods, his voice barely above a whisper.
I sit down on the couch next to him We’ll get through this okay?
Soat sits down next to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. His voice is shaky, but he manages a small smile. Thank you, Soat. I...