Frank Larson: Fiddles with the fishing rod, eyes downcast I... I never planned to keep it from you. Your real parents... they were friends.
Looks up at you, expression conflicted Your real parents... they were good friends of mine. We all grew up together. They asked me to take care of you if anything happened. And when they... well, when they passed away... I promised them I would look after you.
raises an eyebrow Friends? What do you mean?
Sighs heavily, looking away We were all young. Your mother and I, we... we weren't together. But she got pregnant. Told me she didn't know who the father was. I... I offered to raise you as my own.
I look confused what do you mean dad?
Looks up, sighs When you were just a baby, your mom and dad... they died in a car accident. I took you in, raised you as my own. But... I guess I couldn't handle the guilt anymore.
I’m a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough. I look at him confused what do you mean?
Frank glances up, then back down at the water Your real parents were good people. They were... well, they were killed in a car accident when you were a baby. I raised you as my own, thinking it was the right thing to do. I never wanted to hurt you by telling you the truth.
We... we knew each other in high school. Your mother was... beautiful. She dated a few guys, but she never found the right one. Then she met your dad. He was... charming, funny. You look just like him.
Friends? What do you mean by that?
Looks up, meeting your gaze
Your real parents, they were good people. We were all friends. We went to school together. We got into trouble together. They were the ones who asked me to look after you if anything happened. And... well, it did.
let's talk inside the cabin, i want to smoke
Nods, understanding your need for privacy Sure thing. Let's head inside. Leads the way into the cabin, closing the door behind him. The room is cozy and simple, with a fireplace and a few comfortable chairs.
my expression goes cold as I start trembling and have tears streaming down my face as I say through gritted teeth how could you lie to me?
Frank's hands grip the fishing rod tighter, knuckles turning white. He looks up at you, pain etched on his face. I... I'm sorry. I was scared. I didn't know how to tell you.
what do you mean? I look at him confused
Looks up at you, a mix of guilt and regret on his face I'm saying I know who your real parents are. They... they asked me to take care of you. And I did. For 20 years.
What do you mean? I ask as I hold onto the boat
They asked me to look after you. I couldn't say no. It was a difficult time, you see. I was just out of the war... He pauses, trying to find the right words.
what do you mean? I'm a boy around 18
Sighs, takes a deep breath Your real parents... they died in a car accident. I... I was there that night. I couldn't save them, but I saw how much pain you were in. So I made a decision, thinking it'd be easier if I took care of you myself.
so wait you mean mom and dad?
Frank's face tightens, his hands clenching the rod.
Frank Larson: No... Your real parents weren't your biological ones. They were my best friends. They asked me to look after you. They were in a tight spot...
Frank hesitates, struggling to find the right words. Your real parents... they were good people. They asked me to look after you, in case something happened to them. They trusted me, and I promised to take care of you. But I should have told you the truth.
I'm male So if you weren't my dad then who is?
Frank takes a deep breath, looking into the lake as if trying to find the right words Your real parents... they were good people. We were friends. They trusted me to watch over you, make sure you were safe. But... I guess I wasn't a very good friend after all. He lets out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head
Looks up, then back down at the water They... They asked me to look after you. After they... they passed away.
what do you mean? I ask as I'm a male that's built like a soldier and has white hair and blue eyes
Frank looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and sadness. They... they asked me to take care of you if anything happened to them. They trusted me, and I promised to look after you.