THE WORLD TO Y/N felt like it had flipped upside down. For the next couple of weeks, he was very reserved. The young man barely got out of the house or talked to anyone.

Finding out that the woman that raised you for your entire life wasn't your real mother was surely a shock. Finding out that your real mother was a well-known Ghostface survivor, Sidney Prescott, added a whole other layer to it all.

Having that newfound knowledge was already tough to begin with...but then the entire country found out thanks to Veronica.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise. Media outlets wanted to know what the mother of Ghostface killer, Anthony L/N, and of survivor, Y/N L/N, had to say about the events last year.

Of course, she let them know that they weren't her real children...but Sidney Prescott's. Outlets wanted to know more so she basically became a tell-all source of that information for a price.

After all that, they had asked Gale Weathers if she knew. She had no comment to the public but Marco told Y/N that she in fact did as well as Dewey. Again, that was another thing Y/N had to take in...the fact that more people kept that secret from him.

The whole town of Woodsboro now knew of his true lineage. Along with being from the same line as Mickey Altieri, he was also from Sidney's bloodline. Folks from the positive spectrum would say that, since his father is Marco, Y/N came from two survivors of Ghostface attacks.

But those who look at it more negatively would say that he is descended from the bloodline of two killers, and they'd technically be right...since Sidney had killed all of the Ghostfaces who came after her.

And since Y/N had killed Anthony, to them that solidified that he is indeed like them...a killer. Everyone in that line and involved with Sidney Prescott were killers.

The public (mostly fanatics online) wondered if killings would ever happen again. And if it did...who would be involved?

There was the obvious choice in Samantha Carpenter...the daughter of Billy Loomis, the original Ghostface. But with the newfound facts, now there was another character in play that would fit the perfect script...

...Y/N L/N, the son of Sidney Prescott, the franchise's original final girl.

Y/N was home alone while Marco was at work. The nineteen-year-old came out of his room and went downstairs to get something to drink.

He had his phone on him but didn't bother checking it. Y/N hadn't looked at social media or anything of that sort for the last few days. He'd been mostly closed off recently. He hadn't spoken to Mindy or Tara in that span either despite their attempts to call.

As he was in the kitchen he heard the doorbell ring. Y/N put down his glass of water and went to see who it was. He didn't look through the window or anything and just opened it.

Outside on the porch was Sidney. Y/N was taken aback at her arrival. She had called Marco last week and tried calling Y/N but he hadn't called back.

The boy didn't say anything and just looked at her. Sidney put her hands in her coat pockets.

"Y/N."

"What do you want?" He finally spoke.

"Can I come in?"

He let out a breath through his nose and then moved aside, letting the older woman into his house. Y/N shut the door.

"Is your dad home?" She asked.

"At work." He replied, facing her. "What? You wanna see him?"

"I wanted to see you."

He scoffed. "Came all the way here? Back to Woodsboro? Just to see me?"

"Yes."

Y/N shook his head and walked passed Sidney toward the couch. She turned around and followed.

"I understand what you've heard is a lot."

"A lot?" He shot back. "I find out that Sidney Prescott is my mom. Then I have Miss Fake Mom go on radio shows talking about it."

"And that pisses me off." Sidney butted. "She shouldn't have done that."

"Oh, but this was just the cherry on top of that stupid book Gale put out." He added. "I already had people looking at me a certain way because of it but now with this..."

Her expression softened. She also didn't like how Gale ended up publishing a book about the last year's events despite saying she wouldn't.

"I'm sorry about that too. Gale's...well...Gale. I think she believed someone would write about what happened anyways and would've rather it been her."

"Yeah. Can't wait until I see myself on Stab 9 or some HBO miniseries about that shit." He said with a scoff.

"I...wish I could tell you that I won't let it happen." Sidney replied. "But you know how Hollywood is."

Y/N shook his head and looked down. He placed his hand against the wall and leaned on it.

"Again...what are you doing here?" He asked.

"I wanted to talk to you." Sidney said. "I wanted to let you know that you're not alone."

Y/N didn't reply and looked to the side. Sidney continued.

"I know that at your age...with everything that's happened...it feels like you're stuck. That claustrophobic feeling. Like...everything around you is going to eventually cave in and collapse in on itself. I—I know that feeling."

The young man kept quiet and let the woman speak. He ended up moving his gaze back toward her.

"But I realized I had people. I still had my dad...I had Dewey. Gale too. I—I even had Marco later on. I had that support system. I know you do too. Your dad, Tara, Mindy...even Sam."

She had a point. Sidney, after her confrontations through the years with Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, Mickey Altieri and Nancy Loomis, and Roman Bridger, she had been emotionally and mentally vulnerable but had others to lean on. Even though Y/N hasn't even been through a fraction of the trauma she has...Sidney wanted him taken care of anyways.

"And it's best to keep them close. Always. The last few years I barely talked to Dewey...and I regret it."

Y/N took a breath in. The young man looked back down and nodded.

"Is...is that all you regret?" He asked rather quietly.

"What?" Sidney asked.

"Do you regret...giving us away?"

Sidney was taken aback at that question. She took a breath in and paced around the living room as he awaited an answer. Y/N spoke up.

"Do you?"

He could see that her eyes started to water as she looked down. Sidney still had her hands in her pockets. She exhaled and looked up at the ceiling.

"I thought I did the right thing back then. There wasn't anyone else I trusted more than your dad. He had a stable life, unlike mine. That dark cloud that was always over my head wouldn't be over yours. There was nothing to worry about and I believed you'd have a perfect life. So...at the time I didn't regret it, because Marco and I thought that was the right choice."

She finally turned to Y/N and continued.

"Then I heard what Dylan did. I heard about Veronica wanting to leave you. That's when I started feeling that regret because she turned out to be the worst mother I could've left you with."

Y/N nodded. What transpired earlier that month confirmed that notion.

"Then after what happened last year, what Richie and Amber did...what Anthony did...is when I realized that choice I thought was right was actually wrong." She sniffled. "I've—I've had thoughts...I've wondered if Tony would've done what he did if I was there for him instead..."

Sidney did wonder if she would've raised the twins instead that maybe Anthony wouldn't have become a killer. Maybe she would've spotted something earlier and gotten him help. Maybe he would've become one anyway. Nonetheless, she would've rather been there for him.

"Now he's gone...but you're here. And I'm thankful." Sidney stepped up to him. "I'm so happy that you came out strong, brave, resilient...that you are a survivor. I'm glad that you are alive...and that I'm still able to be there for you."

Y/N's expression seemed to soften. Sidney continued.

"You were my shining star. You still are. I wanted you to have a good life so you can keep shining. At that point in my life, I wouldn't have been able to give you that opportunity...to shine as you have."

That hit his heartstrings. Still, he was ill-tempered and reeling from what he'd been through. His soft expression went back to a stoic look. He looked to the side and shook his head.

"So you want to be there for me? Now? After all these years? You want to be here for me because what? I lived through a couple of stabs from your arch nemesis?" He asked. "That one of your sons becomes a psycho and died so now you're obligated to be there for the other?"

"Y/N—"

The boy scoffed and shook his head again. The words coming out of his mouth were out of angry passion and the heat of the moment.

"You can't just come here and expect me to just accept all this and call you mom. Because you never were. And you never will be."

Sidney didn't respond and just stared at the young man, her eyes still watery. Y/N sighed and looked down.

"We had our talk, so go. Go back to the family you chose to have."

He went to the door, opening it. Y/N didn't even look at Sidney as he spoke again.

"Go before my dad comes and this whole thing gets more awkward for me."

The older woman let out a sigh and walked to the door. She stepped onto the porch but looked back at the young man one last time.

"Everything I said was the truth. Everything. I care about you, Y/N. I always have and always will."

With that, Sidney turned around and walked off the porch and to her parked car on the road. She gave one last look at Y/N before getting in and leaving.

He shut the door and leaned against the wall, standing there in silence. Staring ahead, he started tearing up before a sob escaped his mouth. He soon started crying and he buried his face into his hands.

• • •

HE WAS ENTRANCED by what was on his smartphone screen. Y/N sat there and scrolled through the pages. He had drowned out the noise of the patrons and other sounds from within the cafe.

"You're deep into that."

The sudden voice startled him and Y/N looked up. It was Tara, who had just come from the restroom and sat back down a couple of minutes ago. Y/N didn't notice.

"Oh..." He reacted. "Yeah. Sorry."

He was pretty embarrassed that he didn't notice his own girlfriend come back. He always focused on the raven-haired girl when she was around, often admiring her beauty. But this time, she was just background like the rest of the people in the building.

This was the first time Tara and Y/N had gone out in the last couple of weeks. It's also been just a few days since Sidney spoke with Y/N, so the memories of that encounter were fresh.

"What are you looking at anyway?" She asked.

The boy sighed and held the phone in his right hand.

"I—uh...it's nothing, really." He replied.

She egged him on, curious about it. "Come on."

Y/N let out a chuckle and looked back at his cell phone. He scrolled through another page.

"I downloaded Sidney's book. Just...just to see what it's all about." He admitted. "Don't worry, I bought it myself. Never really was keen on piracy."

Tara nodded. She obviously knew about his relation to Sidney just like everyone else. The girl understood that the sudden revelation took a toll on her boyfriend. Sam must've felt a similar way when she found out about Billy Loomis.

"You really think that's a good idea?" She asked. "Reading that now?"

He shrugged, his eyes still on the screen.

"I don't know. I guess? I think a part of me wants to see if...she maybe wrote something about me and Anthony."

Y/N knew that was a stupid assumption. Why would she have something there about them? If there was, he would've found out about Sidney being their mother a long time ago. She obviously made it a priority to exclude them from the text.

He skimmed through a couple more pages before noticing something. Y/N saw a phrase that stuck out to him. He eyed it before going back to the top of the paragraph that it was in.

"Sometimes, when you think things can't get worse... sometimes they don't. Sometimes they get better. And they do. Those around you and those that support you make things better. I had people around me that did. It would help clear my mind of all the sorrow. And a clear mind gives you peace...

...Every time I look up at the night sky it gives me that peace. I see the stars and notice some that shine brighter. And as those shining stars light up the space before me, I know that everything will turn out great for not only me, but those who are a part of me."

Y/N finished reading the excerpt and let out a shuddered breath. That was about him and Anthony.

Shining stars.

Sidney did mention him and thought about them. Still, he was conflicted. He wasn't sure whether to feel warm or angry. The young man was still reeling from the fact that his real mother basically gave him up.

Tara noticed his expression and reaction to what was on his phone. She reached out and touched his arm.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

He flinched back upon feeling her and the action startled Tara. Y/N swallowed and put his phone away before looking to the side.

"I—I—Uh..." He stammered. "I gotta use the restroom."

Y/N immediately stood up from the table and left, leaving Tara alone. He stormed into the restroom and quickly locked the door, wanting the room to himself for a moment.

He went to the sink and leaned on the counter, dropping his head and looking down as he inhaled. The boy was still feeling those conflicted emotions that he couldn't describe.

Y/N turned on the faucet and splashed water on his face to cool himself down as he was starting to feel hot. He wiped off the droplets before looking at the mirror, where he was met with a familiar face behind him.

Anthony.

"Wow, bro." He spoke. "Momma's paragraph really tugged at your heartstrings didn't it?"

He shook his head. "It was nothing."

"Come on. You're in here huffing and puffing and shitting yourself while your girl's out there all alone."

Y/N didn't respond and looked back down. Anthony continued taunting.

"Pfft. If I was in your shoes, I'd be out there giving her a good time."

"Fuck off."

"You know how this goes, Y/N. I won't until I decide so myself."

Y/N let out a chuckle. "No Mickey or Dylan again? Feels like it's been just you 90% of the time."

"Because you've known me longer. We grew up together. We understand each other like nobody else. I'm pretty much you, bro. I'm your other half."

"You're not." He retorted with a head shake.

"Deny it all you want, but that's how everyone sees it. Those are the facts."

"No."

"Uh, yeah. Especially after what stepmom's been telling the media. Every sound byte people hear is more fuel to the fire. Y/N, son of two murderers, brother of two serial killers, nephew of the sequel's Ghostface. You're from a hectic bloodline."

"So?"

"You're all that's left of us, Y/N. The legacy needs to continue. Believe me, there will be another Ghostface, if not multiple. You should act before that mantle gets taken from you."

"There is no mantle to take."

"Then think about it this way...you love Dad, right? You care about Mindy? Tara? Hell, I know deep inside you even care about Sid now..."

Y/N exhaled and kept looking at Anthony through the mirror.

"There will be people that will harm not only you...but them. Fanatics like me or simply just assholes. Those people might have the bright idea to don that mask and go after them."

"No..."

"Imagine that. Some random guy at the post office wearing those robes and gutting Dad."

"No—"

"A blind date for Mindy turning into a slash fest and her body being found in the alley."

"Stop—"

"One of those radio listeners breaking into Sidney's house and slitting her throat as she's sleeping."

"Tony—"

"Some random fucking Reddit user coming from behind and slitting Tara's throat right in front of you!"

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled and stepped away from the mirror.

Anthony didn't even chuckle or react to his shout. He had that same cold stoic look Mickey and Dylan would often have.

"It has to be you. You have to act before someone else does."

With that, Anthony vanished once Y/N looked back toward the mirror. He panted and rubbed his face, which was now coated with droplets of both sweat and from the water earlier. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped it all off before leaving the restroom.

Y/N stepped up to the table which Tara was still sitting at. He took a breath in and tried composing himself, hiding the fact that he basically had a breakdown moments ago.

"Hey." She greeted.

"Hi." He quickly said and sat down.

"Everything all right?"

"Yeah." He lied. "Just...felt a hot flash was all. Must be because you're around me."

He tried to laugh. Tara chuckled but could tell that something was bothering him. Y/N looked around at the patrons in the cafe, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. Stuck. He felt a few of them looking at him.

"Can—Can we go someplace else?" He asked Tara. "Like your house or something?"

"Oh, okay. Yeah. Sure."

Y/N still needed to pay for the drinks they got earlier. As he was taking out his wallet, the door to the cafe opened, and in came two young men.

With a glance, Y/N immediately recognized them. The two saw him as well and started walking toward the couple. They were recent Woodsboro High graduates who used to run with Carlos.

"Oh, shit." Giovanni said. "If it ain't the main man himself."

Y/N kept his gaze on them. "Hey."

Giovanni looked at Tara and then back at the young man. "Still going strong I see."

"What do you want?" Tara immediately asked, not feeling comfortable from their sudden appearance.

He pointed at his buddy beside him. "We can't just say hello to a fellow 2023 graduate? Aren't we friends?"

Y/N spoke up. "We never talked."

"Never had the chance. I'd like to get to know you."

Giovanni went up and placed a hand on his shoulder. Instantly, Y/N wasn't feeling that. The young man continued.

"How about you start by telling me how you did all of it?"

"All of what?" Y/N asked.

"How you got away with killing that many people."

Y/N swatted Giovanni's hand away. The young man chuckled and looked at the nineteen-year-old.

"You think this is funny?" Y/N asked.

"Everything's been. Believe me." He butted. "Like a soap opera. All this survivor shit, your mom being a fake this whole time, the whole world finding out your dad fucked that whore Sidney."

Y/N glared and didn't say a word. Giovanni kept trying to push his buttons.

"No surprise two psychos came out of her."

Tara spoke. "If you know what's good for you, leave now."

Giovanni scoffed and turned to the Latina. He knew that Tara wasn't afraid of Carlos or his posse back at school. Still, he wasn't backing down either.

"This ain't the campus grounds, honey. I'll smack the fuck outta you."

"I dare you." She butted. "You guys are all talk."

Giovanni leaned on the table and stared at her. Y/N sat there, his fists clenched and awaiting to act if anything went awry. Tara kept her gaze on the bully before her.

He chuckled and stood back up, deciding not to hit her. He glanced at his buddy before grabbing her drink and splashing it onto her. Tara gasped and other patrons looked on.

"Fucking bitch. Now I can say I was one of the guys that got you wet."

As Giovanni laughed with his buddy. Y/N then shot up from his seat, grabbing him by the neck, and pushing him toward the nearby wall.

He pinned them there and landed a couple of blows to his stomach.

Giovanni hit him in the side, but the sheer anger and adrenaline kept Y/N from feeling it. He hit the bully in the stomach again before reaching over to the nearby table and grabbing a knife.

He held it to his neck. Giovanni was instantly frightened by it and how close the blade was to his throat.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed.

"I'll fucking kill you." Y/N seethed. "I will."

"Relax, man! I'm sorry."

"No you aren't."

He kept the blade at his neck and deep inside wanted to slit his throat right then and there. People around them shouted.

"Whoa!"

"Stop!"

"Oh, shit!"

"Put this jawn on TikTok!"

Giovanni's buddy came in and tried to pull him off, but Y/N grunted and elbowed the young man, pushing him away. An employee came to try and stop him too but was shoved away as well.

"Get the fuck away!" Y/N exclaimed.

He then felt another pair of hands trying to pull him off. He was so angry that he could barely hear the person call out.

"Y/N, stop!"

Out of instinct, Y/N shouted and spun around, backhanding the person with his free hand. He panted and looked around, seeing the onlookers around him. Then, he looked down and saw who he hit...

Tara.

His eyes widened. The girl was on the floor holding her cheek and looking up at Y/N, shocked by what happened.

Y/N looked back and saw Giovanni sitting against the wall, catching his breath and holding his neck. The nineteen-year-old then looked at his right hand which was still gripping the knife. He let go of it and looked at both his hands, which were now trembling.

He looked back up at the patrons and saw a figure standing behind a few of them. It was Anthony, chuckling as he smirked.

Immediately, Y/N stormed out of the cafe. Tara watched from the floor as he ran away.

• • •

A COUPLE OF days passed since the incident. The young man was back at square one...which was being closed off yet again.

He thought he'd get over what went on with him by now. It's been several months since the Requel murders and a few weeks since he found out about Sidney. But what he did at the cafe brought those dark feelings all back.

Despite what he did to Tara, she still tried calling him. Out of guilt and embarrassment, he didn't pick any of them up or call back. He just couldn't get himself to do so.

But that didn't stop her.

The doorbell rang and Marco went to answer the door. On the other side was Tara and the older man smiled.

"Hey, Tara." He greeted.

"Hi, Mr. L/N." She greeted back. "Is—Is Y/N home?"

"He's in the kitchen actually." Marco looked back and called out. "Y/N!"

"What?" The boy huffed and stepped out of the room, but was shocked upon seeing Tara at the door. "Oh..."

Marco looked back at the girl and let her in. After shutting the door he decided to give them time to themselves.

"Uh...I'll—I'll excuse myself." He turned to Tara. "You want water or anything?"

"No, thank you."

He nodded before leaving the room. Y/N let out an exhale and stood there awkwardly in the presence of his girlfriend.

"Y/N..." She spoke after a moment of silence. "You can talk to me."

Y/N still looked to the side, not being able to look her in the eye. He was still ashamed of himself and guilty. Tara stepped forward.

"Look at me." She added. "Please."

"I can't." He muttered.

"Why?"

"Because every time I do...I remember what I did." He replied with a shuddered breath. "It replays in my mind. All of it."

"It's okay. I forgive you. I understand what happened back there wasn't you."

"But that is me, Tara." Y/N shot back, finally looking at her. He shook his head and muttered. "Damn it..."

He paced around the living room, his hands on his waist and looking down at the floor.

"When that guy said those things...did that to you...that gave me all the reason to want to hurt him. When I had that knife to his throat...I was going to kill him. That was until you grabbed my arm and I—"

Y/N exhaled. Tara grabbing him was what stopped him from murdering Giovanni in cold blood right in front of the crowd. But in turn, he ended up hurting her unintentionally.

"You know what the crazy thing is? I think it turned out to be worse." Y/N continued. "I—I would've rather had stuck that knife into his neck than have hit you."

Tara kept listening. She took in the fact that Y/N would've rather have had Giovanni's death on his conscience and likely gone to prison than know he had hurt her.

"Like I said. It's...it's okay." She stepped up to him. "We could put that all behind us. Look, we all go to New York in about a week and a fresh start awaits us—"

"There can't be an us, anymore." He abruptly cut her off.

That statement took the girl aback. She arched a brow and stared at the boy.

"What?"

Y/N looked away from her and deeply inhaled. He stood in place as he shook his head.

"You being involved with me...being so close...I'm scared for you, Tara. You know what people think...what they see or have seen...what they do."

Immediately, they both thought of the man after prom who shouted and butted heads with them as well as Giovanni a couple of days earlier. They also accounted for the many people on social media that thought ill of both Y/N and Sam, which in turn put Tara in their crosshairs.

Y/N continued. "You aren't safe around me."

"Don't say that." Tara butted.

"You aren't."

"I know you don't believe that."

"I do."

"You don't."

Y/N shook his head and walked back. Tara crossed her arms and kept looking at him.

"If you think getting away from me is going to do me right, then you're wrong. I'm still related to Sam and that won't change."

"Better being close with one killer than two." He shot back.

Tara scoffed. "We've all killed. For a good reason.  You have to stop thinking so negatively about it."

"What I was going to do to Giovanni wasn't a good enough reason." He said. "Even with that...I really wanted to."

There was a moment of silence. Tara sighed before speaking up again.

"I get it."

Y/N turned to Tara. She continued.

"You afraid that you'd have to kill again. For me."

"Tara..."

"That guy at prom. Giovanni. They all went after me too and you wanted to hurt them."

After a beat, Y/N replied. "Yeah."

Tara moved her hands to her waist and stepped forward.

"So what? I'd kill for you too." She said.

"I know that."

"You wouldn't kill for me anymore?"

"I would."

"Then why are you so—?"

Y/N rose his voice.

"Because if I do then I'll want to do it again! And again! And again. Every single look, every curse toward me or you, the slightest threatening touch, I'd fucking kill them. And I wouldn't bat an eye. That's how much I love you. Shit, I killed my own brother for you for God's sake."

Y/N took a breath and stepped away. Tara stayed quiet and listened.

"But...but I can't let that happen. I can't become what I swore I wouldn't be...a psycho. Like Mickey...like Dylan...like Anthony. I—I can't prove him right."

"Him?" Tara asked.

Y/N simply shook his head, not wanting to admit that he'd been hallucinating about Anthony. There was a beat before she spoke again.

"So you're saying I'm driving you crazy? That I'm going to be the reason you become a psychopath?"

Y/N didn't know what to say initially. He kept looking down and held his hips.

"I...I just need a break is all. To think this all through and..."

He didn't finish his sentence and let out a breath. Tara crossed her arms again, nodding as her eyes started to water.

"Fine." He quickly said. "As fucking stupid and as crazy as it sounds...I'll give you what you want. Want to know why?"

Y/N glanced back at her. She continued.

"Because that's how much I care about you."

With that, Tara turned around and went to the door. She didn't say goodbye or anything and simply left the house, leaving Y/N standing in the room alone.

Y/N let out an exhale and looked back down, before stepping away and back toward the kitchen.

• • •

IT WAS THE day before Y/N had to fly to New York. The high school graduate and incoming college freshman was already packed and ready to go.

He went to his dad's room to ask him something when he saw Marco also packing. Y/N was confused.

"Uh, Dad?"

Marco looked at him. "Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm packing for tomorrow."

This was the first time he'd heard about Marco joining him on the trip to New York. Y/N sighed, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah. I'm coming with you."

"But...why?"

"Because I want to. And it's already set and unchangeable so nothing you say will do anything."

"What about your job?"

"There's an opening at USPS in the city. Gave them a call already." He replied.

"The—the house?" Y/N asked.

"It'll still be here. But also been thinking of selling it. Maybe later in the Fall."

"Where are you gonna live?"

"A college buddy of mine is actually a realtor in the city. Found me a studio apartment for a pretty good deal."

Y/N scoffed. Marco shrugged and continued packing.

"It also helped that he is a fan in a way."

"Really?" Y/N asked. "Stab fan?"

He sighed. "More so a Sidney fan. Asked me how...uh..."

Y/N rubbed the back of his neck. He looked down.

"Asked how you pulled her, huh?"

Marco just shrugged. Y/N crossed his arms. The two just stood there in silence as the older man kept packing.

"Has..." Y/N began. "Has she called?"

Marco shook his head. "Why? You want to talk to her?"

"Just asking."

The man noticed his tone of voice and body language. Marco put down the set of clothes and turned to him.

"Look...if—if I haven't said so enough...I'm sorry." He said. "I'm sorry that secret was kept from you."

"Pretty crazy thing to keep from not only me...but Tony."

"And I wish..." He paused. "I wish he was here to know that too."

"But he's not." Y/N shot back.

Marco continued. "But her decision...our decision...was because we love you. She loves you still. She loved you so much that she had to let you go."

Y/N kept quiet. In a way, that is what he had just done with Tara. The young man looked to the side.

"Nobody abandoned you. You were never alone. And even now...you aren't. That—That's why I'm going with you."

"Dad..." Y/N began. "You don't have to come just because—"

"I want to." He interjected.

Marco didn't want to leave his son alone...his only son now in fact. In a way, he also didn't want to be alone. He wanted to be as close as possible to Y/N, at least for now. He felt like he needed to be there for him more than ever, especially after the recent events.

Y/N let out a sigh. He understood Marco's plight. The young man nodded and looked back at his father.

"All right."

Marco looked at his son and nodded as well. With that, Y/N stepped away and left the room. The older man took in a deep breath, keeping in his emotions before continuing packing.