Cataclysm - Neal + Belle/Gold
@gypsy-belle asked: Although the rest of the apartment was cool enough, the bathroom was sweltering.
Although the rest of the apartment was cool enough, the bathroom was sweltering.
Neal frowned at the tendrils of vapor that escaped from beneath the door. He knocked a few times, stopping when there was no answer. Now more worried than puzzled, he twisted the knob and hurried through the steamy room to turn off the hot water. “Dad!” he called out, trying to push down the sudden spike of panic.
The discarded coat on the couch had been a curiosity. His memories of childhood included watching his father meticulously fold every article of clothing, no matter the occasion or time of day. Their house, small and poor as it was, had been organized to its last inch. Even now, in the mansion where he lived by himself, crammed with furniture in every room, his father carried in his head a detailed inventory of every item and its place. Neal couldn’t think of his father misplacing a draft for a contract, or so much as forgetting to charge his cell phone before bed.
Added the fact that, ever since their reunion, his father treated anything that related to Neal as gold, Neal could think of nothing short of cataclysm pushing the man into such carelessness.
“Dad!” he shouted again, more loudly.