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A/N Just posted my latest story "A Bookstore Romance" on AO3! It's a tale of love, misunderstanding, and the beautiful journey of a relationship that starts and blossoms in a bookstore. it was written for the codywanbingo by @codywanbingo

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The bell over the door chimed, marking the departure of the last customer of the morning, and Obi-Wan Kenobi found himself alone amidst the tranquil haven of his bookstore. He stood behind the counter, his fingers absentmindedly brushing over the cover of a hidden gem among romance novels, a genre he secretly adored yet never openly acknowledged. The warm, filtered sunlight streaming through the windows bathed the room in a cozy glow, highlighting the eclectic array of books that ranged from timeless classics to contemporary bestsellers.

Obi-Wan’s gaze, deep and thoughtful, swept across the store. Each shelf, each book, was a familiar friend, carefully curated and lovingly displayed in this quaint corner of the city that he had made his own. His passion for literature was evident in every carefully arranged display, every thoughtful recommendation he offered to his patrons.

At 30, Obi-Wan carried an air of youthful enthusiasm tempered with the poise of experience. His hair, a rich auburn, was often slightly tousled, as if he’d just run his hands through it while lost in thought. There was an ease about him, a quiet confidence that drew people in, encouraging them to linger in the aisles and lose themselves in the worlds contained within the pages.

As he turned the page of his book, a soft reflection in the glass caught his eye. He observed himself for a moment – not just the owner of a beloved bookstore but a man who still harbored dreams and desires, much like the characters in the stories he cherished.

The door opened, disrupting his solitude. A young couple stepped inside, their laughter echoing softly in the hushed atmosphere. They gravitated towards the travel books, their conversation a murmur of shared excitement and plans. Watching them, Obi-Wan felt a gentle tug in his chest, a reminder of the poignant and powerful tales of love that resonated with him most.

He smiled softly to himself and leaned back against the counter, his eyes drifting back to the novel in his hands. Here, in this little world of his creation, surrounded by tales of adventure, mystery, and love, he found a deep sense of contentment. Yet, in the quiet corners of his heart, the romantic stories whispered to him, kindling a hope that perhaps his own life might yet hold a chapter as yet unwritten.

Outside, the city moved at its relentless pace, but within the walls of the bookstore, time seemed to slow, each moment a page waiting to be turned.

The evening light filtered softly through the windows of the bookstore, casting a serene glow over the quiet interior. In a cozy corner, reserved for study and contemplation, Cody, the eldest of eight brothers, was engrossed in his architectural designs. His younger brother, Rex, sat opposite him, delving into the complexities of political science. This tranquil nook in Obi-Wan’s bookstore had become their refuge, a place away from the lively chaos of a household bustling with six younger siblings.

Cody, with a natural inclination towards leadership and responsibility, exuded a quiet strength that seemed to anchor those around him. His architectural drawings sprawled across the table, a testament to his talent and dedication. Rex, looking up to his elder brother, found in him both inspiration and guidance.

From his position behind the counter, Obi-Wan observed the brothers with a sense of admiration. The golden hue of the setting sun bathed the room, accentuating the rows of books that surrounded the brothers. Obi-Wan was particularly drawn to Cody, not just because of his academic focus, but also due to an unspoken connection he felt whenever their eyes met.

As the last customer departed, Obi-Wan approached the brothers, bearing a tray with three cups of tea, a gesture that had become a familiar ritual. "I thought a little tea might help with the studies," he said, his voice gentle, yet resonating with an underlying warmth.

Cody looked up, his eyes meeting Obi-Wan's. "That's very kind of you, Obi-Wan," he replied, his voice carrying a note of deep appreciation that resonated within Obi-Wan. There was an unspoken understanding in that brief exchange, a connection that lingered in the air.

Rex gratefully accepted the tea, his admiration for Obi-Wan evident. "You know, Obi-Wan, you're like the guardian angel of our study sessions," he joked lightly, eliciting a chuckle from Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan smiled, a hint of color rising to his cheeks. "Well, I can't have my favorite architects and political analysts running on empty, can I?" he replied, playfully.

As the evening progressed and the time for closing drew near, Cody and Rex began to pack up their things. "We'll be back tomorrow, Obi-Wan," Cody called out, his voice echoing softly in the now-quiet bookstore.

"I'll be here," Obi-Wan replied, feeling a subtle pang of longing as he watched them leave. The door closed behind them, leaving a silence that felt more profound than before.

In the solitude of his bookstore, Obi-Wan's thoughts lingered on Cody. There was an undeniable pull between them, a burgeoning bond that extended beyond the usual rapport he had with his patrons. He found himself captivated by Cody’s passion for architecture, his dedication to his studies, and the way his presence seemed to fill the room.

Locking the door and dimming the lights, Obi-Wan reflected on the subtle yet significant moments they had shared. He knew such feelings were fraught with complexity, especially given his role as the owner of the bookstore. Yet, as he made his way home, he couldn't help but wonder about the uncharted territory of their growing connection, a story that was yet to unfold.

The next morning arrived with the gentle hum of the city awakening. Obi-Wan, behind the counter of his bookstore, was arranging a new display of classic novels when the familiar chime of the door announced the arrival of his first visitors. He looked up, a smile instinctively forming as he recognized Cody and Rex stepping into the warm, book-filled haven.

Cody's gaze met Obi-Wan's, a flash of unspoken acknowledgment passing between them. There was an ease about Cody, a confidence in his stride that belied his youth. His eyes, bright and attentive, often wandered around the bookstore with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. Today, however, there was a hint of determination in his demeanor, a purpose that seemed to extend beyond his usual academic focus.

"Good morning, Obi-Wan," Cody greeted, his voice carrying a clear note of respect.

"Morning, Cody, Rex," Obi-Wan replied, his attention briefly shifting to Rex before returning to Cody. "What brings you in so early today?"

Cody took a deep breath, his fingers absently tracing the spine of a book on the nearest shelf. "Actually, I was wondering if... if you might need some help around the store. I'm looking for a job, and I can't think of a better place than here."

Obi-Wan's eyebrows rose slightly, a mixture of surprise and something akin to pleasure flickering in his eyes. "Help in the bookstore?" he echoed, considering the proposal. The idea of having Cody around more often was unexpectedly appealing, yet he hesitated, aware of the delicate balance that existed between them.

"Yes," Cody continued, a hint of eagerness creeping into his voice. "I know my way around the store pretty well by now, and I'd really like to start saving up for the future."

Obi-Wan's gaze lingered on Cody, taking in the earnestness in his expression. There was a sincerity in Cody's request that touched him, and he found himself wanting to say yes, to have Cody's presence become a more permanent fixture in the bookstore.

"Well, I could certainly use the extra hands," Obi-Wan admitted, the corners of his mouth lifting in a gentle smile. "Consider yourself part of the team, Cody."

The relief and joy that lit up Cody's face were unmistakable. "Thank you, Obi-Wan. You won't regret this," he said, his voice tinged with gratitude and excitement.

Rex, who had been quietly observing the exchange, chimed in, "Guess this means I'll be seeing even more of this place, huh?"

Obi-Wan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm afraid so, Rex. But I promise to keep the coffee coming."

As Cody and Rex settled into their usual study corner, Obi-Wan found his thoughts lingering on the new arrangement. Having Cody as an employee would undoubtedly change the dynamics of their relationship. He felt a twinge of anticipation at the prospect of working alongside Cody, of seeing him every day in a context that went beyond their casual interactions.

Throughout the day, as he attended to customers and went about his tasks, Obi-Wan's mind often drifted to Cody. He watched him from afar, noting the way Cody interacted with the books, the gentle care he showed each volume he touched. There was a grace about him, a quiet strength that Obi-Wan found increasingly compelling.

As the bookstore closed for the day, Obi-Wan found himself looking forward to the following morning, to the new chapter that was about to begin in the story of his bookstore, a chapter that now included Cody not just as a patron, but as a part of its very essence. The prospect filled him with a sense of expectancy, a feeling that something significant was on the horizon.

A month had woven its way through the calendar since Cody began working at the bookstore, each day weaving him more intricately into the fabric of the quaint establishment. On a particularly slow Saturday morning, the store was bathed in the soft, diffused light of an overcast sky, casting a serene tranquility over the shelves brimming with stories.

Cody, who had by now familiarized himself with every nook and cranny of the store, was tidying up a section when he stumbled upon a well-thumbed copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' tucked away behind some newer releases. Curiosity piqued, he glanced over at Obi-Wan, who was engrossed in a book at the counter.

"Didn't take you for a fan of Regency romances," Cody remarked playfully, holding up the novel with an intrigued smile.

Obi-Wan looked up, a slight flush coloring his cheeks. "Ah, yes, that's one of my personal favorites," he confessed, his voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and fondness. "Regency romances were actually my major back in university."

Cody's eyebrows arched in surprise, his smile broadening. "Really? I never would have guessed. You studied literature at the university?"

Obi-Wan nodded, a nostalgic glimmer in his eyes. "Yes, at the same one you're attending. I had a particular affinity for the romanticism and societal intricacies of the Regency period. There’s something about the elegance and the underlying passion of that era that always fascinated me."

Cody, intrigued, moved closer, the book still in hand. "I've always seen these novels as just love stories, but you make them sound like something more."

"There is much more to them," Obi-Wan said, leaning forward, his enthusiasm evident. "They are windows into the customs, the restraints, and the quiet rebellions of the time. The characters navigate through societal norms with such intricate emotions and intentions."

As Obi-Wan spoke, Cody found himself captivated, not just by the insight into the novels, but by the animated way Obi-Wan described them. His eyes sparkled with passion, and his hands moved expressively, painting the air with his words. Cody realized there was a depth to Obi-Wan he had yet to uncover, layers that extended beyond the calm and collected exterior of the bookstore owner.

"Maybe I should give one of these a read," Cody said thoughtfully, flipping through the pages of 'Pride and Prejudice'. "Any recommendations on where to start?"

"Start with that one in your hands," Obi-Wan suggested, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It's a classic for a reason. And if you have any questions or want to discuss it, I'm more than willing."

The offer, simple as it was, felt like an invitation into a part of Obi-Wan’s world that Cody had not yet explored. It was an opportunity to connect on a level they hadn’t before, a prospect that filled Cody with an unexpected sense of excitement.

The rest of the day passed with a new, subtle energy between them. Cody found himself stealing glances at Obi-Wan, pondering this newfound facet of his character. Obi-Wan, in turn, caught Cody’s gaze several times, each exchange sending a ripple of something unspoken through the air.

As the day drew to a close and the last customer left, Cody lingered at the counter. "I'm looking forward to starting this," he said, holding up the novel. "Thanks for the recommendation, Obi-Wan."

"It was my pleasure, Cody," Obi-Wan replied, his voice warm with sincerity. "Enjoy the journey into Regency England."

With a final smile, Cody tucked the book under his arm and headed out, leaving Obi-Wan in the quiet aftermath. As he locked up the bookstore, Obi-Wan found himself reflecting on the day, on the shared moments and the unexplored paths that lay ahead. His heart felt lighter, buoyed by the prospect of new conversations, new shared experiences with Cody. It was a connection that was slowly, yet undeniably, transforming from mere acquaintance into something much richer, something that hinted at the promise of deeper bonds yet to be formed.

A week had whisked by since Cody borrowed 'Pride and Prejudice' from the bookstore, a week in which the pages of Regency England had unfurled before him. Saturday arrived, bringing with it the familiar rhythm of a workday at the bookstore. Cody stepped through the door that morning with a sense of purpose, the novel tucked securely under his arm.

Obi-Wan, rearranging a display of new arrivals, looked up at Cody's entrance. There was a quiet anticipation in his gaze, a silent inquiry about the novel. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow that danced over the bookshelves and spilled onto the floor, creating a welcoming ambience.

"I finished it," Cody announced, placing the book on the counter with a thoughtful expression. "And while I can appreciate the charm and the wit of Austen, I think I'm more of a mystery and adventure kind of guy."

Obi-Wan's eyes twinkled with amusement and interest. "Is that so?" he replied, leaning on the counter. "Well, there's no shortage of mystery and adventure here. Any particular favorites or authors you're drawn to?"

Cody’s face lit up with a more animated expression. "I've always been a fan of Arthur Conan Doyle's work. There’s something about Sherlock Holmes' deductive reasoning and the atmospheric London he navigates that I find really engaging."

"Ah, the classic detective and his loyal companion, Watson," Obi-Wan mused, his voice warm with shared enthusiasm. "There's a timeless quality to those stories, a blend of intellect and intrigue that's hard to resist."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between them, the topics meandering from one author to another, from classic literature to contemporary thrillers. As they talked, Cody found himself drawn into Obi-Wan's world of books even more deeply. There was a passion in Obi-Wan's words, a depth of knowledge that was both impressive and endearing.

Obi-Wan, in turn, was captivated by Cody's perspectives, finding joy in the young man's keen insights and the lively spark in his eyes as he spoke. There was a connection forming between them, one that transcended the roles of employer and employee, something more profound and intimate.

As the morning gave way to afternoon, the bookstore filled with customers, but the energy of their conversation lingered in the air. Obi-Wan and Cody worked side by side, their interactions marked by an easy camaraderie and occasional shared glances that spoke volumes.

Later, as the day began to wind down and the last customer left, Cody and Obi-Wan found themselves alone amidst the quiet serenity of the bookstore.

"You know," Cody said, leaning against the counter, "talking about books with you, it's like seeing them in a whole new light. It makes coming to work here even more enjoyable."

Obi-Wan’s face softened with a genuine smile. "I'm glad to hear that, Cody. And I must admit, having you here has brought a new dimension to this place. It's... refreshing."

The words hung in the air, charged with an unspoken emotion, a recognition of the bond that was steadily growing between them. As they locked up the store and said their goodbyes, there was a lingering sense of connection, a promise of more conversations and shared moments to come.

As Cody walked away, book in hand, and Obi-Wan watched him leave, they both felt a quiet anticipation for the next day, for the next chapter in their unfolding story. The bookstore, a haven of stories and dreams, had become the backdrop to their own evolving narrative, one that was just beginning to be written.

***

As the weeks unfurled, the bookstore wove its timeless spell around Cody and Obi-Wan, drawing them into an ever-deepening camaraderie. Cody's presence during the week, a studious figure immersed in his architectural designs, had become a constant in the quiet hum of the store. On weekends, his role shifted to that of Obi-Wan’s assistant, their interactions punctuated by shared tasks and easy conversations that spanned from the philosophical depths of literature to the light-hearted banter of daily life.

The air between them was charged with an unspoken recognition, a realization that what had started as a mere curiosity was blossoming into something richer, more profound. It was in the way Obi-Wan's gaze lingered on Cody a moment longer than necessary, in the warmth that radiated from him whenever Cody entered the room.

One particularly rainy afternoon, as the soft patter of raindrops created a cocoon around the bookstore, Cody and Obi-Wan found themselves alone, organizing a section of historical novels. The rhythmic sound of the rain against the windows lent a cozy intimacy to the store, a world removed from the bustle outside.

Cody, arranging books on a lower shelf, paused and looked up at Obi-Wan. "You know, I never imagined I'd find a place like this," he said, his voice a blend of gratitude and reflection. "Or someone like you. You've made me see books, see the world, in a new light."

Obi-Wan, standing close, books in hand, met Cody's gaze. There was a vulnerability in his eyes, a softness that he rarely allowed others to see. "Cody, I..." he began, then hesitated, searching for the right words. "I feel the same. Having you here, it's changed the bookstore for me, made it more... alive."

The words hung in the air, a confession of sorts, and for a moment, they simply looked at each other, the unspoken emotions swirling around them like the gentle storm outside.

Cody broke the silence, a shy smile playing on his lips. "I guess we're both discovering new chapters, aren't we?"

Obi-Wan returned the smile, a warmth spreading through him. "Yes, we are," he agreed, his heart beating a little faster.

Their conversation drifted to other topics, but the underlying current remained, a shared awareness of the growing affection between them. As they continued their work, their movements became more synchronized, a dance of two people becoming increasingly attuned to each other.

The rest of the day passed in a comfortable rhythm, marked by shared laughs, meaningful glances, and an ease that spoke of a deepening bond. When it was time to close, they lingered at the door, neither quite ready to part ways.

"See you tomorrow, Obi-Wan," Cody said, his voice carrying a note of reluctance.

"Tomorrow," Obi-Wan echoed, watching as Cody stepped out into the rain, an umbrella blooming open above him.

As the door closed, Obi-Wan stood there for a moment, lost in thought. The bookstore, once a haven for solitary contemplation, had become the setting of something new and exhilarating – a connection with Cody that promised to turn the page to a new and uncharted chapter in both their lives. The rain continued to tap against the window, a gentle reminder of the world outside, but inside, Obi-Wan's heart was alight with the warmth of possibilities yet to come.

***

Weeks cascaded into months, and the cozy bookstore continued to be a sanctuary of shared glances and unspoken words between Cody and Obi-Wan. The subtle transformation in their relationship was like a quietly unfolding novel, each chapter revealing deeper layers of connection and affection.

During the week, Cody and his brother Rex would frequent the store to study, their heads bent over books and notes. Rex, observant and perceptive, began to notice the nuanced changes in the air whenever Cody and Obi-Wan interacted. It was in the way Cody's eyes would unconsciously seek out Obi-Wan, lighting up when their gazes met. It was in the lingering smiles, the soft timbre of their voices, rich with an undercurrent of something more than just friendship.

One quiet afternoon, as the golden sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the rows of books, Rex watched as Cody and Obi-Wan shared a laugh over a small anecdote Obi-Wan had recounted. The laughter faded, but their smiles remained, a silent acknowledgement of the joy they found in each other’s company.

Rex leaned back in his chair, his book momentarily forgotten. He had seen his brother in various stages of life, but this was different. Cody was smitten, thoroughly and irrevocably, with Obi-Wan. And from what Rex could tell, the feeling was mutual.

Later, as they packed up to leave, Rex decided to broach the subject. "Cody, can I ask you something?" he said, his tone casual but curious.

Cody looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Sure, what's up?"

"It's about Obi-Wan," Rex started, watching Cody's reaction closely. "I've noticed... well, it seems like there's something more between you two. Am I wrong?"

Cody's face flushed a soft shade of pink, a mix of embarrassment and realization dawning on him. "I... well, I guess it's hard to hide," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I do like him, Rex. More than I probably should."

Rex nodded, understanding and supportive. "And I think he feels the same, Cody. I've seen the way he looks at you."

Cody’s eyes held a blend of hope and uncertainty. "Do you think so?" he asked, the question laden with the weight of his feelings.

"I do," Rex affirmed, placing a reassuring hand on Cody's shoulder. "Just be careful, okay? I want you to be happy, but I also don't want you to get hurt."

Cody nodded, a silent appreciation in his gaze. "Thanks, Rex. I'll be careful. I promise."

As they stepped out of the bookstore, Rex glanced back at Obi-Wan, who was watching them leave. There was a softness in Obi-Wan's eyes, a look that spoke volumes. Rex felt a sense of reassurance, a belief that whatever was brewing between Cody and Obi-Wan was genuine and profound.

The walk home was filled with contemplative silence, both brothers lost in their thoughts. Cody was grappling with the newfound acknowledgment of his feelings for Obi-Wan, the possibilities and fears it entailed. Rex, on the other hand, was contemplating the changing dynamics, hopeful yet cautious about the future.

The bookstore, a haven of stories and dreams, had unknowingly become the stage for their own evolving story, a narrative rich with emotion and the promise of something beautiful yet to be fully realized.

That night, under the canopy of a starlit sky, Rex found himself wrestling with a turmoil of thoughts. Lying in bed, he stared at the ceiling, the shadows cast by the moonlight playing across the room. His mind replayed the conversation with Cody, the admission, the hope in his brother's eyes. Yet, intermingled with these reflections was a growing seed of worry, a concern that gnawed at the edges of his initial support.

Seven years. The age difference between Cody and Obi-Wan lingered in Rex's mind, a stark number that seemed to grow more significant in the quiet of the night. He turned over on his side, a sense of unease settling over him. Had he been too quick to encourage Cody? Was he inadvertently setting his brother up for a fall?

The more Rex thought about it, the more the idea of their relationship began to unsettle him. Obi-Wan, with his quiet charm and mature demeanor, was a world apart from the youthful, spirited Cody. Rex respected Obi-Wan, admired him even, for the sanctuary he had created in the bookstore, for the way he had welcomed them both. But this, this was different.

The clock ticked on, its rhythmic sound a steady reminder of the passing hours. Rex turned again, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He cared deeply for Cody, wanted nothing but happiness for him, but the thought of his brother potentially getting hurt was unbearable.

The thought stayed with Rex, a persistent echo throughout the night. By the time morning arrived, painting the room with the first light of dawn, Rex had made a decision. He couldn't, in good conscience, encourage this relationship. The risk, he felt, was too great.

Breakfast was a quiet affair, Cody lost in his thoughts, likely about Obi-Wan, while Rex grappled with how to voice his concerns. As they prepared to leave for the day, Rex finally spoke up.

"Cody, about yesterday... I've been thinking," he began, his voice hesitant. "Maybe I was too quick to... you know, about you and Obi-Wan."

Cody looked at him, a frown creasing his brow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, he's a great guy, but he's also seven years older than you. That's not a small thing," Rex said, the words difficult but necessary.

Cody's expression shifted, a blend of confusion and hurt flickering in his eyes. "I thought you were okay with it," he replied, a note of defensiveness creeping into his voice.

"I am, or I was," Rex said, struggling to articulate his turmoil. "I just don't want to see you get hurt, Cody. Relationships are complicated, and with the age gap, it's just... I don't know."

The brothers walked in silence, the air between them heavy with unspoken words. Rex's heart was heavy with concern, while Cody’s mind raced with a mix of doubt and disappointment.

As they reached the bookstore, the familiar chime of the doorbell sounded almost melancholic. Rex cast a glance at Cody, who offered a forced smile before heading to his usual spot to study.

Rex watched him go, a knot of worry in his stomach. He hoped he had done the right thing, yet the uncertainty remained, a lingering question mark over the complexities of the heart.

****

The evening found Obi-Wan stepping into a familiar café, a place steeped in nostalgia and echoes of his university days. Here, beneath the warm glow of dimmed lights and the soft murmur of conversations, he was meeting his old friends, Mace, Plo Koon, and Quinlan. They had shared not just a dorm but countless memories during their university years. Now, each had carved their own path, teaching at the university, molding minds in academic halls. Obi-Wan, though, had chosen a different route, one that indulged his love for literature in the quaint confines of his bookstore.

As they settled into a quiet corner, the air was filled with laughter and the easy banter of old friends reuniting. Mace, always the perceptive one, noticed a subtle change in Obi-Wan, a certain preoccupation in his usually serene demeanor.

"Everything alright, Obi-Wan?" Mace inquired, his gaze sharp but concerned.

Obi-Wan hesitated, stirring his coffee absentmindedly. The café, with its soft jazz playing in the background and the gentle clink of cups, suddenly felt too intimate, too revealing. "Actually, there's something I've been meaning to talk about," he began, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.

The others leaned in, a silent show of support and curiosity. Plo Koon, with his kindly eyes, gave Obi-Wan an encouraging nod.

"It's about one of your students, Plo," Obi-Wan continued, his eyes meeting Plo's. "Cody, he's been working at my bookstore for a while now, and... well, I think I might have feelings for him."

A hush fell over the group, the revelation hanging in the air. Quinlan raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and intrigue on his face. "Cody? He's a bright kid, top of his class in architecture," he commented.

"I think I have feelings for him. But I haven’t felt this way since... since Satine."

The mention of Satine brought a collective nod of understanding from the group. They remembered all too well the heartbreak Obi-Wan had endured, how Satine, a fellow student back then, had drifted away from him, leaving him with a wound that had taken years to heal.

Mace, leaning forward, placed a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. "That was a tough time for you, we all know that. But it's been six years, Obi-Wan. You can't let one bad experience dictate your life."

Quinlan, always the more outspoken, chimed in. "Six years isn’t a huge age gap, and from what I've seen of Cody in my classes, he's mature for his age. He’s not Satine, Obi-Wan. You can't project the past onto him."

Plo Koon, his voice gentle and reassuring, added, "It's natural to be cautious, Obi-Wan, but you also deserve happiness. We've all seen bigger age differences work out just fine. The question is, does he make you happy?"

The question lingered in the air, mingling with the soft jazz notes that filled the café. Obi-Wan pondered, his gaze distant. "He does," he admitted, almost in a whisper. "There’s a warmth, a connection I haven’t felt in a long time. I just don’t want to rush into anything."

"Then take it slow," Mace advised, his tone supportive. "Get to know him better outside the bookstore. But don’t let fear hold you back, Obi-Wan. You’ve been guarding your heart for a long time. Maybe it's time to let someone in again."

The conversation gradually shifted to other topics, but the support and understanding from his friends left a profound impact on Obi-Wan. As he left the café that evening, a sense of clarity began to settle in his mind. The night air was crisp and clear, echoing the newfound resolution in his heart.

The walk home was contemplative, Obi-Wan’s thoughts centered on Cody. The idea of exploring this budding relationship, cautiously yet earnestly, felt like a new beginning, a chance to step out of the shadows of the past.

As he unlocked the door to his home, Obi-Wan felt a gentle stirring of hope within him. The memories of Satine would always be a part of him, but now, perhaps, it was time for a new chapter, one where he could explore the possibilities that lay with Cody, a chapter filled with the promise of something genuine and heartfelt. The thought brought a small, hopeful smile to his face as he stepped inside, ready to embrace whatever the future might hold.

****

In the quiet sanctuary of the bookstore, where the stories whispered from aged pages and the subtle scent of books filled the air, a delicate balance had been maintained for months. Obi-Wan and Cody, each moving in their own orbits, had established a dance of friendship and unspoken emotions, a rhythm that had become a comforting part of their daily lives. Yet, beneath the surface of this camaraderie, deeper currents flowed – currents of which Obi-Wan was only half-aware and had convinced himself were one-sided.

Rex, ever observant and protective of his elder brother, had seen the way Cody's eyes would linger on Obi-Wan, the way his laughter seemed brighter, his smiles more frequent whenever Obi-Wan was near. It was clear to Rex that Cody harbored deeper feelings for Obi-Wan, feelings that Obi-Wan, in his cautious restraint, had either missed or chosen to ignore.

One evening, as the bookstore was winding down and the soft glow of the lamps cast a cozy ambiance, Rex approached Obi-Wan at the counter. His usual easygoing demeanor was replaced by a seriousness that immediately drew Obi-Wan's attention.

"Obi-Wan, can we talk?" Rex's voice carried a gravity that signaled the importance of his words.

"Of course, Rex. What's on your mind?" Obi-Wan responded, his expression one of open concern.

Rex took a deep breath, his protective instinct for Cody at the forefront. "It's about Cody," he began, his gaze steady. "I know he's more than just a friend to you, and you to him. But he's my brother, and I've always looked out for him. I've seen how he looks at you, and I'm worried."

Obi-Wan felt a flush of surprise and confusion. "Rex, I assure you, there's nothing inappropriate—"

"I'm not saying there is," Rex interrupted, his tone firm yet measured. "I just want you to be aware of how much influence you have over him. He's younger, and you're his employer. I don't want him getting hurt."

The words hit Obi-Wan like a wave, a mixture of guilt and realization washing over him. He had always prided himself on his integrity, especially regarding Cody. The idea that he might unwittingly be leading Cody on, or worse, taking advantage of his feelings, was deeply unsettling.

"Rex, I... I never intended," Obi-Wan stammered, the weight of the situation bearing down on him. "I've always seen our relationship as purely platonic. If Cody feels otherwise... I had no idea."

Rex nodded, his expression softening slightly. "I know you're a good guy, Obi-Wan. But sometimes, we don't see the whole picture. Just... be careful, okay?"

Obi-Wan nodded silently, his mind reeling from the conversation. As Rex walked away, a heavy silence settled over Obi-Wan. The realization that his feelings for Cody might be mutual, and the implications of acting on them, were suddenly very real and daunting.

The store emptied, leaving Obi-Wan alone with his thoughts. The books, once sources of comfort and escape, now stood as silent witnesses to his internal turmoil. He felt a pang of something akin to shame, mixed with a fear of causing Cody any pain. The possibility of mutual affection, which should have brought joy, now seemed fraught with complexities and moral dilemmas.

Locking up the bookstore that night, Obi-Wan stepped out into the cool air, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Rex's words echoed in his ears, a reminder of the responsibility he held, not just as Cody's employer but as someone who, despite his denials, might hold a piece of Cody's heart. The walk home was longer than usual, each step heavy with contemplation and a newfound wariness of the path his heart had unwittingly taken.

***

The following Saturday dawned with a sense of foreboding for Obi-Wan. Rex's words from their previous conversation echoed in his mind, a constant, nagging reminder of the complexity and potential consequences of his feelings for Cody. As he prepared the bookstore for the day, each action felt heavier, each decision more consequential. The usual excitement he felt in anticipation of Cody's arrival was now tinged with a sense of trepidation.

When Cody finally stepped through the door, his usual bright smile in place, Obi-Wan felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He greeted Cody with a polite nod and a subdued "good morning," a stark contrast to their usually warm exchanges. Cody, taken aback by the formal greeting, tried to gauge Obi-Wan's mood.

"Everything okay, Obi-Wan?" Cody asked, a hint of concern lacing his voice.

Obi-Wan forced a smile, his heart heavy. "Yes, everything's fine. Just one of those mornings, you know?"

As the day progressed, Obi-Wan found himself consciously maintaining a distance from Cody, his interactions professional and devoid of their usual camaraderie. He avoided lingering conversations, focusing instead on mundane tasks and keeping himself busy with stocking shelves and organizing the back office.

Cody, sensing the change in Obi-Wan's demeanor, couldn't help but feel a sting of hurt. The warm, comfortable atmosphere they had cultivated over the months seemed to have evaporated, leaving a cold void in its place. He found himself glancing at Obi-Wan frequently, trying to understand the sudden shift. Each curt response, each avoided eye contact from Obi-Wan, felt like a small rejection, a denial of the connection he had come to cherish.

The usually lively bookstore felt oppressively quiet to Cody, the silence between them a stark reminder of the intangible barrier that had formed overnight. He tried to focus on his work, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Obi-Wan, to the laughter and conversations that now felt like distant memories.

As the day neared its end, and the sun cast long shadows across the bookstore, Cody approached Obi-Wan at the counter, a sense of resolve in his steps.

"Obi-Wan, if I've done something to upset you, please tell me," Cody said, his voice low and earnest. "I thought we were friends, but it feels like you're avoiding me today."

Obi-Wan hesitated, torn between his own feelings and the responsibility he felt towards Cody. "Cody, you haven't done anything wrong. It's just me... I need to sort out some things. I'm sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable."

Cody searched Obi-Wan's face for clues, for any sign of the warmth he had grown accustomed to. "Okay, if you're sure. Just know that I'm here if you need to talk," he offered, the words spoken with genuine care.

The finality of the day's closing brought a sense of relief to Obi-Wan, yet also a deep-seated regret. As he locked the doors and watched Cody walk away, a part of him yearned to call out, to bridge the gap he had created. But the fear of what might happen, of stepping over a line he wasn't sure existed, held him back.

That night, Obi-Wan lay awake, the events of the day replaying in his mind. The distance he had put between them felt like a necessary precaution, yet it also felt like a loss, a step away from something that might have been beautiful. In his heart, he knew that his feelings for Cody were more than mere friendship, but Rex's words, the potential imbalance of their relationship, loomed large, casting a shadow over any possibility of exploring what those feelings might mean. The quiet loneliness of his room was a stark contrast to the lively, warm presence of Cody, a reminder of the delicate dance of human emotions and the choices that define them.

Cody, feeling a whirlwind of confusion and hurt after the day at the bookstore, knew there was only one person who could provide the clarity he so desperately sought: his grandfather, Jaster. Jaster had always been a pillar of wisdom in Cody's life, offering guidance and understanding in moments of uncertainty.

As Cody drove to his grandfather's house, the familiar route offered little comfort. His mind replayed the day's events, each interaction with Obi-Wan scrutinized, each moment of distance dissected. The more he thought about it, the more bewildered he felt. He had been so sure, so hopeful, about the connection they shared.

Arriving at Jaster's home, a quaint cottage surrounded by a well-tended garden, Cody felt a slight easing of the tension that had built up inside him. Jaster, a robust man in his late seventies with a gentle smile and eyes that sparkled with a mix of mischief and wisdom, greeted Cody warmly.

"Cody, my boy, what brings you here?" Jaster asked, his voice rich with affection as he led Cody into the cozy living room.

Cody took a deep breath, the familiar scents of the house – a blend of old books and a hint of pine – providing a small sense of comfort. "Grandpa, I... I need some advice," he began, hesitantly.

Jaster settled into his favorite armchair, gesturing for Cody to sit across from him. "You know you can tell me anything, Cody."

It took a moment for Cody to find the words, his emotions a tangled web. "It's about Obi-Wan," he said finally, his voice laced with a mix of hope and apprehension. "I think I've fallen for him. More than just a friend. But lately, he's been distant, and I don't understand why. I thought... I thought we had something special."

Jaster listened intently, his expression one of understanding and empathy. "Love can be a tricky thing, Cody. It opens us up in ways we never expect. But tell me, have you shared these feelings with Obi-Wan?"

Cody shook his head, a sense of regret washing over him. "No, I haven't. I was actually working up the courage to ask him out for drinks or something. But now, with the way he's been acting, I'm not sure if he even sees me that way."

Jaster leaned forward, his gaze steady and reassuring. "Cody, sometimes people react out of fear or uncertainty, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Maybe Obi-Wan is dealing with his own doubts or concerns. The best course might be to talk to him openly about how you feel."

Cody nodded, the wisdom in his grandfather's words resonating within him. "I just don't want to ruin what we already have," he admitted, the fear of rejection clear in his voice.

"Sometimes, taking a risk is the only way to find true happiness," Jaster said gently. "But whatever you decide, know that it's okay to be vulnerable. It's okay to feel what you're feeling."

The conversation continued, Jaster offering both comfort and counsel, helping Cody navigate the tumultuous waters of his emotions. As Cody left his grandfather's house later that evening, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. The advice to be open and honest with Obi-Wan echoed in his mind, a daunting yet necessary step he knew he had to take.

The drive back was contemplative, Cody's thoughts a mix of apprehension and resolve. The idea of baring his heart to Obi-Wan was frightening, yet the possibility of discovering a mutual affection, of exploring the potential of what they could be, offered a glimmer of hope. He knew the conversation with Obi-Wan wouldn't be easy, but it was a bridge he was now willing to cross, armed with the wisdom and encouragement from the one person who had always guided him through life's complexities.

Cody, carrying the weight of his newfound resolve, sought out Rex the following day. He found his younger brother immersed in his studies at the bookstore, his brow furrowed in concentration. The air was filled with the soft rustle of pages and the distant hum of the city outside – a peaceful backdrop to the tumultuous emotions swirling within Cody.

"Rex, can we talk for a sec?" Cody asked, his voice tinged with both determination and apprehension.

Rex looked up, his expression shifting to one of concern. "Sure, what's up?"

Cody took a deep breath, the words he had rehearsed with his grandfather now sitting on the edge of his tongue. "I've decided to ask Obi-Wan out, after the exams are over. I know you have your doubts, but I feel like this is something I have to do."

Rex's eyes widened slightly, a mix of worry and surprise evident in his gaze. "Cody, are you sure about this? I mean, Obi-Wan's a great guy, but the age difference, and him being your boss..."

Cody nodded, a resolute look in his eyes. "I know, but I can't shake these feelings, Rex. I need to know if there's a chance for something more between us."

Rex sighed, his protective instincts kicking in. "Alright, just... be careful, okay? I don't want to see you get hurt."

Cody offered a small, grateful smile. "I will. Thanks, Rex."

The conversation lingered in Rex's mind as he returned to his studies, a sense of foreboding accompanying his thoughts. He couldn't help but worry about the potential fallout, the complications that could arise from Cody's confession.

Later that day, as Rex was packing up his things, Obi-Wan approached him. "Rex, could you pass a message to Cody for me? I won't be here tomorrow when he's supposed to work. I have to help Quinlan with some exam corrections for his literature courses."

Rex, caught off guard by the request, nodded. "Sure, I'll let him know. Anything else?"

Obi-Wan hesitated, a troubled look crossing his face. "Just... tell him I'm sorry for missing the day. I'll make it up to him."

Rex observed Obi-Wan closely, sensing an undercurrent of something unspoken in his tone. "No problem, Obi-Wan. I'll pass it along."

As Rex left the bookstore, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Obi-Wan's request, innocent as it seemed, felt like another piece in the complex puzzle of emotions and intentions surrounding his brother and the bookstore owner.

The walk home was filled with Rex's internal debate – the desire to protect Cody from potential heartache, the hope that perhaps something beautiful could blossom between him and Obi-Wan, and the fear of being caught in the middle of it all. He knew he would have to tread carefully, to be there for Cody, come what may, while also respecting his brother's decision to follow his heart.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan, left alone in the quiet bookstore, felt a pang of regret at the lie he had told Rex. The truth was, he needed time to think, to process his own feelings for Cody, which he had kept buried beneath a veneer of friendship and professionalism. Helping Quinlan was just a convenient excuse to put some distance between himself and Cody, to avoid facing the reality of what might happen if Cody ever revealed his feelings.

The bookstore closed for the night, and Obi-Wan walked home under a starlit sky, his thoughts a tangled web of fear, longing, and uncertainty. The prospect of Cody asking him out, something he had both yearned for and dreaded, now loomed large in his mind, a decision that could change everything. He knew he would have to face his feelings soon, but for now, the night offered a brief respite, a chance to gather his courage for the days ahead.

Rex walked into the bustling atmosphere of their family home, the sounds of life and laughter echoing through the halls. He found Cody in the kitchen, surrounded by the usual chaos of their younger siblings. The air was thick with the aroma of dinner cooking, and the countertop was cluttered with various ingredients and utensils.

"Cody, got a minute?" Rex asked, motioning for his brother to step aside from the commotion.

Cody wiped his hands on a dish towel and followed Rex to the quieter living room. "What's up?" he asked, noting the serious expression on Rex's face.

Rex hesitated, the weight of his decision pressing heavily on him. He knew what he was about to do might hurt Cody, but he believed it was for the best. "I talked to Obi-Wan at the bookstore today. He asked me to tell you he won't be in tomorrow. Said he's got... a date."

Cody's expression faltered, a visible shadow crossing his face. "A date?" he repeated, the word sounding hollow, distant. A myriad of emotions flickered across his eyes – confusion, hurt, a sense of betrayal.

"Yeah," Rex continued, his voice laced with feigned casualness. "I guess he's seeing someone."

Cody turned away, his gaze falling to the floor. The news felt like a physical blow, a sharp, unexpected pain that cut through the hope he had been nurturing. All the moments he had shared with Obi-Wan, the laughter, the deep conversations, suddenly seemed insignificant, overshadowed by this revelation.

"I... I see," Cody managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks for telling me."

Rex watched his brother retreat into himself, a part of him regretting the lie but holding onto the belief that it was better for Cody to face this disappointment now rather than later.

Cody excused himself, citing a need for some fresh air. He stepped outside into the cool evening, the sky painted with hues of twilight. The world around him felt suddenly distant, unimportant. He walked aimlessly, his mind replaying every interaction with Obi-Wan, searching for signs he had missed, clues that Obi-Wan was interested in someone else.

The hurt settled in his chest, a heavy, aching presence. He had been so close to revealing his feelings, so close to taking that leap. Now, the thought of Obi-Wan with someone else made him question everything – their friendship, the connection he had felt, the moments he had cherished.

Back at the house, Rex observed his brother's departure with a conflicted heart. He knew he had taken a risk, one that might backfire. But in his mind, he was protecting Cody, shielding him from a potential heartbreak that could shatter him. Rex hoped that, in time, Cody would understand and forgive him for this deception.

As the night deepened, both brothers were lost in their thoughts, each grappling with the complexities of emotions and the decisions that had led them to this point. For Cody, it was a night of heartache and questioning, a turning point in his feelings for Obi-Wan. For Rex, it was a restless night, filled with doubt and the hope that he had made the right choice. The path ahead was uncertain, the outcome unknown, but the journey of their hearts continued, each step laden with the weight of unspoken words and hidden truths.

As Obi-Wan and Quinlan sat in the quietude of Quinlan's office, surrounded by the academic trappings of marked papers and textbooks, the air was filled with the rhythmic scratching of pens and an undercurrent of thoughtful silence. It was in this contemplative atmosphere that Obi-Wan broached the subject weighing heavily on his mind.

“Quinlan, can we talk about something personal?” Obi-Wan asked, his voice tinged with hesitance.

Quinlan glanced up, his sharp eyes softening. “Of course, Obi-Wan. What’s going on?”

Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan delved into the heart of his turmoil. “It’s about Cody. Rex, his brother, warned me off, saying I might be reading too much into our friendship. I’ve been trying to keep my distance, but I’m... I’m not sure of my own feelings anymore.”

Quinlan leaned back, his expression turning pensive. “I’ve been to your store, Obi-Wan. I’ve seen you and Cody together. There’s a connection there, and it’s not just one-sided. Cody looks at you in a way that’s more than just friendly.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and introspection flickering across his face. “You think so? I’ve been convincing myself that he just sees me as a friend, nothing more.”

“From what I’ve seen, there’s definitely something there,” Quinlan affirmed, his voice steady and reassuring. “Cody’s feelings seem to mirror your own. There’s a warmth, a mutual respect and something deeper. I think you’re both dancing around something that’s pretty clear to an outside observer.”

The words stirred something in Obi-Wan, a glimmer of hope mixed with a swirl of apprehension. “But what about the concerns Rex raised? The age difference, the fact that he works for me?”

Quinlan considered this for a moment. “Those are valid concerns, but they don’t have to be deal-breakers. You’re both adults, and as long as you approach this with honesty and respect, there’s no reason not to explore what you both clearly feel.”

Obi-Wan absorbed his friend's words, feeling a tumultuous mix of emotions. The possibility that Cody might reciprocate his feelings changed everything. It turned his carefully maintained distance into an unnecessary barrier, his caution into a potential lost opportunity.

As they wrapped up their work and parted ways, Obi-Wan felt a newfound sense of clarity. Quinlan’s observations had given him a different perspective, a nudge toward facing the truth of his feelings and the potential of what lay between him and Cody.

Walking back to the bookstore, Obi-Wan’s mind was alight with possibilities. The thought of having a conversation with Cody, of possibly stepping into a relationship, was both daunting and exhilarating. He realized now that he owed it to both of them to find out where their mutual affection could lead.

That evening, as Obi-Wan walked through the quiet streets, his thoughts were filled with Cody. The prospect of opening up about his feelings, of potentially starting a new chapter together, brought a mix of nerves and excitement. The night seemed to hold a sense of promise, a whisper of what could be if he only dared to reach out and grasp it. With each step, Obi-Wan felt a growing resolve. It was time to step out of the shadows of doubt and into the light of possibility.

***

The walk back to his car from the bookstore felt longer than usual for Cody. The day had been strangely hollow without Obi-Wan's presence, the store's usually comforting atmosphere now tinged with a sense of emptiness. As he passed by the university, lost in his thoughts, a familiar figure caught his eye.

There, in the soft glow of the streetlights, was Obi-Wan, engaged in what appeared to be a heartfelt hug with Professor Quinlan Voss. Cody stopped in his tracks, a pang of hurt coursing through him. The scene before him seemed to confirm his worst fears - the warning from Rex, the distance Obi-Wan had been maintaining, and now this. His heart sank as he jumped to the conclusion that this must be the date Rex had mentioned.

In that moment, the pieces fell into place in the most painful way. Cody watched as Obi-Wan and Quinlan parted ways, each with a friendly pat on the back and a smile. But to Cody, it appeared as a confirmation of a budding relationship, a visual representation of his unrequited feelings.

Feeling a mix of sadness and resignation, Cody continued to his car, his steps heavy with a sense of defeat. The pain of what he perceived as unreturned affection weighed heavily on him, casting a shadow over the fond memories he had of his time in the bookstore with Obi-Wan.

The drive home was a blur, Cody's mind preoccupied with the scene he had just witnessed. The thought of continuing to work and study at the bookstore, in the constant presence of Obi-Wan, seemed unbearable now. How could he keep subjecting himself to this heartache, day after day, knowing that his feelings were one-sided?

By the time he reached home, Cody had made up his mind. He couldn't keep putting himself through this emotional turmoil. The bookstore, once a place of joy and learning, had become a reminder of his unreciprocated feelings. It was time to step back, to distance himself from the source of his pain.

That night, Cody lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying the day's events. The thought of not seeing Obi-Wan every day brought a profound sense of loss, yet he knew he needed to protect his heart. He would find another place to study, maybe even look for a different job. It would be hard, but he needed to heal, to move past these feelings that now seemed so misguided.

As sleep finally claimed him, Cody felt a sense of resolve amidst the heartache. He would start tomorrow afresh, a step away from the past and towards a future where he could mend the pieces of his broken heart. The journey ahead would be difficult, but necessary – a path he must walk to find peace and, hopefully, one day, a love that was returned.

***

In the quietude of the bookstore on Monday evening, a sense of finality hung in the air as thick as the scent of old books. Cody, weighed down by a heavy heart, pushed open the door, his footsteps echoing softly in the silent space. The familiar sight of Obi-Wan behind the counter, a staple in this refuge of literature, now only amplified the ache in Cody's heart.

Obi-Wan looked up, his features brightening momentarily before registering the seriousness in Cody’s demeanor. “Cody, what's the matter?” he asked, concern etching his voice.

Gathering his resolve, Cody spoke, his voice steady but laced with an underlying current of pain. "Obi-Wan, I... I need to step back from the job here. It's just... things have become too complicated."

The words struck Obi-Wan like a physical blow, surprise and confusion clouding his face. "Complicated? How? Cody, what’s happened?"

Cody hesitated, his gaze drifting away. “It’s just... working here, with you being my boss and all... I think I might have gotten the wrong idea about... us.” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.

Obi-Wan’s heart sank, a surge of guilt washing over him. Rex’s warning echoed in his mind, and Cody’s words seemed to confirm his worst fears – that he had inadvertently misused his position of authority.

“I’m so sorry, Cody. I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I never intended...” Obi-Wan’s words trailed off, the realization of the situation leaving him at a loss.

Cody shook his head, offering a weak, resigned smile. “It’s not your fault, Obi-Wan. I just need some time to sort things out on my own. This job... it’s meant a lot to me, but right now, I think it’s best if I leave.”

The conversation was brief, the air between them filled with a myriad of unspoken thoughts and emotions. As Cody turned to leave, Obi-Wan felt a deep sense of regret, his own feelings tangled in a web of misunderstanding and perceived improprieties.

“Goodbye, Obi-Wan,” Cody said quietly, his hand on the door.

“Goodbye, Cody,” Obi-Wan replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

The door closed softly, leaving Obi-Wan alone among the shelves and books, the pillars of his life that now seemed cold and distant. The store, once a haven of warmth and connection, now felt empty, a stark reminder of what he had lost.

As the night drew in, Obi-Wan stood motionless, lost in a sea of regret and confusion. The pain of Cody’s departure was compounded by the thought that he had, however unintentionally, caused Cody distress. The realization that his own repressed feelings might have contributed to the situation only deepened his sense of guilt.

The bookstore closed for the night, but for Obi-Wan, there was no respite from his thoughts. He walked home under the starlit sky, each step a reminder of the delicate dance of emotions and power dynamics that had led to this moment of separation and heartache. The missed opportunity and the misinterpretation of their relationship weighed heavily on his soul, a poignant testament to the complexity of human connections and the unintended consequences of unvoiced feelings.

****

In the days following Cody’s resignation from the bookstore, a palpable change had settled over him, like a shadow dimming his usually bright demeanor. The bustling energy of their family home, usually a source of comfort and liveliness, now seemed to barely register in Cody's world. He moved through the days quietly, his usual enthusiasm dulled, his laughter rare and subdued.

Rex watched his brother with a growing sense of concern and guilt. He had never seen Cody like this — so withdrawn and despondent. The lively debates, the shared jokes, and the easy banter that had always been a staple of their relationship seemed to have evaporated. Cody was physically present, yet emotionally distant, lost in his own thoughts.

Their study sessions at the bookstore, once a routine part of their week, had ceased. The absence of those visits was not just a change in location but a symbol of the emotional rift that had formed. Rex could sense the void the bookstore, and more specifically, Obi-Wan, had left in Cody’s life.

One evening, as they sat in their shared room, the silence was almost tangible. Rex glanced over at Cody, who was staring blankly at a textbook, his notes untouched. The usual fervor for his studies was absent, replaced by a listless disinterest.

"Hey, Cody," Rex started tentatively, breaking the silence. "You know, if you want to talk about anything... I'm here."

Cody looked up, his eyes reflecting a deep sadness. "Thanks, Rex. But what's there to say? I made a fool of myself over Obi-Wan, and now I have to live with it."

Rex frowned, his heart aching for his brother. "You didn't make a fool of yourself. You had feelings, that's normal. And you couldn't have known how things would turn out."

Cody sighed, a forlorn expression on his face. "Maybe, but it doesn’t change how things are now. I just feel so... lost. I miss the bookstore, I miss... him. But going back there, seeing him, it's just too painful."

Rex reached out, placing a hand on Cody's shoulder. "I get it, and I'm sorry you're going through this. But maybe, with time, it'll get easier. You'll find a way to move on."

Cody nodded, but the lack of conviction in his response was evident. The wound was still fresh, the loss too recent for any words of comfort to truly take hold.

The room fell back into silence, each brother lost in his own thoughts. Rex couldn't help but feel responsible for the part he had played in this situation. His intention had been to protect Cody, but in doing so, had he inadvertently deepened his brother's heartache?

As the night wore on, the quiet of the room was a stark contrast to the turmoil of emotions within. For Cody, it was a struggle to come to terms with his feelings, to find a way to heal from a love unrequited. For Rex, it was a time of reflection and regret, wondering if there was something more he could have done, some way he could have helped his brother navigate the complexities of his heart. The bond between the brothers remained, a constant in their ever-changing lives, but the shadow of what had transpired at the bookstore lingered, a silent testament to the intricacies of love and loss.

***

In the weeks that followed, the change in Obi-Wan was not only apparent to himself but also to those around him. His friends, particularly Plo Koon, Quinlan, and Mace, who had known him through various chapters of his life, could not help but notice the cloud of melancholy that seemed to have settled over him.

They often gathered at their usual haunt, a cozy café where they had spent countless evenings discussing everything from literature to the nuances of life. But recently, these meetings had taken on a different tone, with Obi-Wan's usual animated discussions replaced by a somber quietness.

One evening, as they sat around a table laden with half-finished cups of coffee, Plo Koon broached the subject that had been silently hovering over them. "Obi-Wan, you've been awfully quiet these past few weeks. Is everything alright?"

Obi-Wan offered a strained smile, stirring his coffee absently. "I'm fine, Plo. Just got a lot on my mind, I guess."

Quinlan leaned forward, his eyes studying Obi-Wan closely. "It's about Cody, isn't it? You haven't been the same since he left the bookstore."

Obi-Wan sighed, the façade of normalcy crumbling. "Yes, it's about Cody. I thought I was doing the right thing, keeping a distance. But now, I just feel like I've lost a part of myself. I miss him, and I regret not telling him how I truly feel."

Mace, ever the voice of reason, added, "You might still have a chance, Obi-Wan. Why not reach out to him?"

"It's too late for that," Obi-Wan replied, a note of resignation in his voice. "I think I hurt him more than I realized. And I can't shake off the feeling that I misused my position as his boss."

As the conversation continued, Plo Koon shared his own observations. "I've noticed a change in Cody as well, in my classes. His work isn’t what it used to be. He seems distracted, disconnected. It's clear that whatever happened between you two has affected him deeply."

The revelation only added to Obi-Wan's sense of guilt and regret. The thought of Cody suffering because of him was a bitter pill to swallow.

The evening wound down with words of encouragement from his friends, but Obi-Wan’s spirits remained low. As he walked home, the once-familiar streets seemed to echo his loneliness, each step a reminder of the void that Cody's absence had left in his life.

Meanwhile, Cody was grappling with his own sorrow. The absence of the bookstore in his daily routine felt like a missing limb, an emptiness that nothing else could fill. He tried to immerse himself in his studies, to lose himself in the world of architecture, but the passion that once drove him felt dimmed, overshadowed by his heartache.

As both men navigated their separate lives, the shared memories of their time in the bookstore haunted them, a bittersweet reminder of what had once been and what could have been. The quiet understanding and companionship that had blossomed in the aisles of the bookstore now felt like a distant dream, a chapter closed too soon in the story of their lives. The weight of unspoken words and missed opportunities lingered heavily, a silent testament to the complexities of the heart and the paths not taken.

****

After his architecture class, Cody lingered, his focus lost amidst his designs and thoughts. The usual excitement that came with creating and planning had dimmed under the shadow of his feelings for Obi-Wan and the seeming confirmation of their unrequited nature.

Plo Koon, having watched Cody's demeanor change over the past weeks, approached him with a mix of concern and understanding. “Cody, may I have a moment with you?” he asked gently.

Cody looked up, a bit surprised, and nodded. They moved to a quieter corner of the room, away from the bustling energy of departing students.

Plo Koon, with the empathy of a seasoned educator and mentor, spoke softly, “I’ve noticed you’ve been quite down recently. If there’s something on your mind, perhaps I can offer some perspective.”

Cody hesitated, then the words spilled out. “It’s about Obi-Wan,” he confessed, his voice tinged with sadness. “I thought there was something more between us, but then I saw him with Professor Voss. It just confirmed my fears that my feelings aren’t reciprocated.”

Plo Koon's expression shifted to one of gentle clarification. “Cody, what you saw was a misunderstanding. Obi-Wan wasn’t on a date with Professor Voss. He was merely assisting him with some academic work. In fact, Obi-Wan has been quite troubled since you left the bookstore, especially after an encounter with your brother, Rex.”

Cody's brow furrowed, a mixture of confusion and surprise evident on his face. “Rex? What does he have to do with this?”

“From what I understand, Rex had a conversation with Obi-Wan, warning him about the potential impropriety of any feelings he might have towards you, given his position as your employer. It seems to have deeply affected Obi-Wan, leading him to distance himself as a precaution,” Plo explained carefully.

This revelation struck Cody with a mix of emotions. The idea that Rex had intervened, that Obi-Wan might have feelings for him after all, but had pulled away because of a sense of propriety, was both shocking and illuminating.

“Thank you, Professor,” Cody said, a new sense of clarity dawning within him. “This changes everything. I need to talk to Obi-Wan, clear the air.”

Cody left the university, his mind racing with this new information. The weight of his heartache was still there, but now it was tempered with a sense of hope, a possibility that maybe, just maybe, things between him and Obi-Wan could be mended.

Meanwhile, Plo Koon watched Cody leave, hoping his intervention would help two people, evidently fond of each other, find their way back from the misunderstandings that had driven them apart. The complexities of the human heart, he knew, were never straightforward, but in this case, he sensed a genuine affection that deserved a chance to be explored and understood.

Cody entered the bookstore with a heart full of mixed emotions - apprehension, hope, and a newfound determination following his conversation with Plo Koon. The familiar bell chimed above the door, a sound that once brought him comfort, now a herald of the crucial conversation ahead.

The bookstore was quiet, save for the soft murmur of a few patrons in the study nook. The shelves stood like silent sentinels, witnesses to the countless interactions and unspoken words between him and Obi-Wan. But Obi-Wan himself was not behind the counter, not amidst the aisles where he usually would be, organizing or recommending books to customers.

Driven by a blend of urgency and trepidation, Cody moved towards the back of the store, where a small office and storage room lay. As he approached, he could see Obi-Wan through the half-open door. He was sitting at his desk, his posture one of deep contemplation, a stark contrast to the usual energy and warmth he exuded.

"Obi-Wan?" Cody called out softly, knocking gently on the open door.

Obi-Wan looked up, his expression transforming from solemn introspection to mild surprise. "Cody," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of emotions. "I wasn’t expecting you. Is everything okay?"

Cody stepped inside, closing the door behind him for privacy. "We need to talk," he began, his heart beating faster with each word. "About us, about what happened."

Obi-Wan stood up, a sense of wariness in his posture. "Cody, if this is about your job, you don’t need to explain. I understand why you left."

"It's not just about the job, Obi-Wan," Cody replied, his eyes searching Obi-Wan's. "It's about us, about what I thought was happening between us. I saw you with Professor Voss and thought... But Plo Koon told me the truth, about why you've been distant."

Obi-Wan's expression shifted to one of realization, then regret. "Cody, I... Your brother, Rex, came to me. He was concerned about the nature of our relationship, given our positions. I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries or misuse my role as your boss."

Cody took a step closer, his voice firm yet filled with emotion. "But did you ever consider how I felt? Obi-Wan, I have feelings for you. I thought you might feel the same, but then you pulled away, and I didn't understand why."

The confession hung in the air, a vulnerable truth laid bare. Obi-Wan looked at Cody, his own emotions surfacing - a mixture of affection and fear, hope and uncertainty.

"Cody, I... I do have feelings for you," Obi-Wan admitted, the words both liberating and frightening. "But I was scared. Scared of how it might look, scared of ruining what we had."

The room was thick with unspoken words and emotions, years of camaraderie and months of confusion culminating in this moment. Cody stepped closer still, closing the gap between them.

"Obi-Wan, I don't want to live with 'what ifs' and regrets. Can we... Can we try to see where this goes? Just us, no roles, no bookstore. Just Cody and Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan’s eyes reflected a depth of emotion, the walls he had built around his heart beginning to crumble. "Yes, Cody, I’d like that. I want to see where this journey takes us, together."

In that small back office, amidst stacks of books and papers, a new chapter in their lives began, one filled with the promise of understanding and exploring the connection that had always existed between them. They stood there, two souls finally allowing themselves to acknowledge the bond they shared, ready to navigate the uncertain yet hopeful path ahead.

Cody’s heart was pounding, a rhythm loud in his ears, as he took the final step that closed the space between them. The proximity to Obi-Wan, so long desired and yet so carefully avoided, sent a rush of adrenaline through him. The years of friendship, the months of confusion, and the recent heartache all seemed to converge in this single moment.

"Can I kiss you?" Cody's voice was barely above a whisper, yet it resonated in the small room with the weight of all the words unspoken between them.

Obi-Wan's response was a silent nod, his own apprehension and desire evident in the quickening of his breath and the slight parting of his lips. His eyes remained locked with Cody’s, a silent communication passing between them, an acknowledgment of the step they were about to take.

Slowly, almost tentatively, Cody leaned in, the distance between them diminishing until there was nothing left but the shared warmth of their breath. Their lips met in a kiss that was gentle at first, a tentative exploration, a question asked and answered without words. As the initial hesitancy faded, the kiss deepened, becoming a dance of emotion and connection, a physical manifestation of the feelings they had long harbored.

Obi-Wan’s hands, initially hanging at his sides, slowly rose to rest on Cody’s shoulders, grounding him in the reality of the moment. Cody’s own hands found their way to Obi-Wan’s waist, pulling him closer, deepening their embrace. The world around them faded into a blur, leaving only the two of them, lost in the discovery of each other.

As they eventually parted, breathless and with a newfound sense of closeness, they shared a look of wonder and a smile that spoke volumes. The barriers they had built, the fears they had clung to, seemed insignificant now in the face of this newfound intimacy.

Their eyes met, still close, conveying depths of emotion that words had previously failed to capture. In the wake of the kiss, a vulnerable, yet necessary confession hung unspoken in the air.

Cody, looking into Obi-Wan's eyes, felt a surge of courage. “Obi-Wan, I... I love you,” he said, his voice a blend of certainty and wonder. It was a truth that had been growing in his heart, unacknowledged until this moment.

Obi-Wan's eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and joy lighting up his features. “Cody,” he breathed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I love you too. I was just too afraid to admit it, even to myself.”

The words, so simple yet so profound, filled the room, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. It was a revelation, a release of pent-up emotions that had been restrained by fear and doubt.

For a few heartbeats, they simply stood there, basking in the newfound openness and honesty. The confession had bridged the gap between them, turning uncertainty into certainty, confusion into clarity.

Cody reached out, taking Obi-Wan's hands in his, feeling the warmth and the slight tremble that spoke of emotion and vulnerability. “I’ve wanted to say that for so long,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion.

Obi-Wan squeezed Cody’s hands gently, his eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness. “And I’ve wanted to hear it. To say it. Cody, you mean more to me than I ever realized.”

In that small back office, surrounded by books and the quiet hum of the world outside, Cody and Obi-Wan stood at the threshold of a new beginning. The words they had shared were more than just confessions; they were the opening lines of a new chapter in their lives, one filled with the promise of love, understanding, and the joy of being together.

The bookstore, once a simple backdrop to their daily lives, had now become the setting for their most significant moment, a place where their love had finally found its voice. As they slowly let go of each other's hands, the future lay ahead, uncharted but less daunting now that they were facing it together. The journey would be theirs to share, each step forward a testament to the love they had declared in the quiet sanctuary of their shared haven.

****

Epilogue

Three years had woven their threads into the tapestry of Cody and Obi-Wan's lives, each year strengthening the bond that had blossomed in the quiet confines of the bookstore. Their love, once hesitant and unspoken, now thrived in the light of shared experiences, challenges overcome, and joys celebrated together.

On this momentous day, the air was charged with excitement and anticipation. It was Cody's graduation day, marking not only the culmination of his master's degree and specialization in architecture but also a milestone in the journey he and Obi-Wan had embarked on together.

The university auditorium was abuzz with the chatter and laughter of graduates and their families. Rows of seats were filled with proud parents, siblings, and friends, all gathered to celebrate the achievements of their loved ones.

Among the audience sat Obi-Wan, his eyes searching the sea of caps and gowns for the familiar figure of Cody. He felt a surge of pride swell in his chest as he spotted Cody, standing taller than most, his cap slightly askew, a nervous yet excited smile playing on his lips.

As the ceremony progressed, with speeches about futures bright with potential and the world awaiting the talents of the graduates, Obi-Wan's thoughts were solely on Cody. He remembered the young man who had walked into his bookstore years ago, full of dreams and aspirations, and how much he had grown, both in his craft and as a person they had built together.

Finally, the moment arrived. Cody's name was called, and he walked across the stage with a confident stride. Obi-Wan's heart swelled with an indescribable mixture of joy and love. As Cody took the diploma in hand, his achievement was met with applause and cheers, a recognition of the hard work and dedication he had poured into his studies.

Cody’s eyes found Obi-Wan's in the crowd, and in that glance, there was a shared understanding, a silent communication of love and mutual respect. Obi-Wan clapped enthusiastically, his smile broad and genuine, reflecting the immense pride he felt.

After the ceremony, as graduates mingled with their guests, Cody made his way through the crowd to Obi-Wan. They embraced, a moment of personal celebration amidst the public festivity.

"Congratulations, Cody. I’m so proud of you," Obi-Wan said, his voice filled with emotion.

Cody, holding Obi-Wan tightly, replied, "Thank you for being here, for supporting me through all of this. I couldn’t have done it without you."

They stood together, basking in the joy of the moment, surrounded by the bustling energy of the graduates and their families. Their journey had seen them navigate the uncertainties of a new relationship, the challenges of Cody's rigorous academic program, and the everyday complexities of life. Yet, through it all, their love had remained a constant, a source of strength and comfort.

As they left the auditorium, hand in hand, ready to celebrate the day's achievements, they looked forward to the future. It was a future they would build together, filled with dreams, aspirations, and the enduring love that had blossomed in a quaint bookstore, where a simple "hello" had led to a lifetime of shared moments and memories.

As Cody and Obi-Wan left their apartment above the bookstore to head to Cody's family celebration, the atmosphere was tinged with a sense of anticipation. The day had already been significant, marking Cody's graduation, but for Cody, there was an additional, momentous event yet to come.

Walking side by side through the familiar streets that had become an integral part of their shared life, they chatted about the day's ceremony and the family gathering ahead. Obi-Wan, attuned to Cody's emotions, noticed an underlying current of nervous energy in him.

"You seem a bit on edge, Cody. Excited about tonight?" Obi-Wan asked, trying to gauge the cause of Cody's subtle restlessness.

Cody smiled, masking his inner turmoil with practiced ease. "Yeah, just excited, and a bit overwhelmed with everything, I guess," he replied, his mind racing with the plan he had been carefully crafting for weeks.

The celebration with Cody's family was a warm, boisterous affair, filled with laughter, congratulations, and stories shared amongst family and friends. Throughout the evening, Cody was the center of attention, yet his thoughts kept drifting to the plan he had for later that night, back at the bookstore.

Finally, as the evening wound down and they made their way back to their apartment, Cody’s heart began to race with anticipation. This was it, the moment he had been preparing for. The bookstore was quiet, its familiar shelves and aisles bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights.

"Obi-Wan, can we go inside the bookstore for a moment? I want to show you something," Cody said, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach.

Curious, Obi-Wan followed Cody into the bookstore. The space that had been the starting point of their relationship, where countless conversations and quiet moments had unfolded, now held an air of quiet expectancy.

Cody led Obi-Wan to their favorite spot, a cozy nook surrounded by shelves of books. He took a deep breath, turning to face Obi-Wan. In the soft light of the bookstore, his eyes were earnest and filled with emotion.

"Obi-Wan, these past three years with you have been the best of my life. You've made me happier than I ever thought possible," Cody began, his voice tinged with the depth of his feelings. "You've been my partner, my confidant, my best friend. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Kneeling down, Cody reached into his pocket and pulled out a small ring box. He opened it to reveal a simple, elegant ring. "Obi-Wan, will you marry me?"

Obi-Wan, taken aback by the suddenness of the proposal, was momentarily speechless. Joy, surprise, and love flooded through him as he looked at Cody, kneeling before him in the heart of the place where their journey had begun.

"Yes, Cody," Obi-Wan finally said, his voice filled with emotion. "Yes, I will marry you."

As they embraced, the bookstore around them seemed to echo with the significance of the moment. It was more than just a proposal; it was a culmination of all they had shared and a promise of all the years to come. The books, silent witnesses to their love story, now bore testament to the beginning of a new chapter in their lives together, one filled with the promise of shared dreams and a future hand in hand.

In the warmth of their embrace, amidst the rows of books that had silently witnessed the evolution of their relationship, Cody and Obi-Wan shared a moment of pure joy and connection. It was a perfect culmination of their journey thus far and a beautiful beginning to their shared future.

As they pulled apart slightly, looking into each other's eyes, Cody’s thoughts briefly wandered to his brother, Rex. There had been a time of misunderstanding, where Rex's well-intentioned intervention had caused a rift between them. But with everything out in the open, Cody had come to understand and forgive Rex's actions. He knew his brother had acted out of love and concern, albeit misguidedly. The reconciliation with Rex had brought an added sense of peace and completeness to this moment.

"Obi-Wan," Cody said softly, a contented smile on his face, "you know, with everything that's happened – the misunderstandings, the reunion, and now this – it's like we're living in a romance novel."

Obi-Wan chuckled, the sound mingling with the quiet ambiance of the bookstore. "I couldn't have written a better story myself," he replied, his eyes twinkling with happiness. "And the best part is, it's our story."

They shared a gentle, affirming kiss, sealing their commitment to each other. The bookstore, once just a setting for their burgeoning relationship, had now become a sacred space, a testament to their love and the journey they had shared.

As they left the bookstore hand in hand, ready to step into the next chapter of their lives together, the world outside seemed brighter, filled with endless possibilities. Their story, indeed, was like something out of a romance novel – a tale of love found, lost, and reclaimed, set against the backdrop of a quaint bookstore that had seen them grow as individuals and as a couple.

In the quiet closing of the bookstore door behind them, there was a sense of completeness, a narrative arc fulfilled. Yet, it was also a beginning, the start of a new chapter in their lives, one filled with the promise of shared tomorrows, laughter, challenges, and love – a romance novel come to life, with its happiest ending yet to be written.

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Silent Regret

Part 2: Reaching out

Elias/MC

Walter’s chance to apologise to his son has finally come. How will Elias respond?

Mary’s words stayed ingrained within Walter’s mind. She had offered him a new perspective on the state of his relationship with his son, Elias. Walter was certain that his son hated him but Mary had convinced him that their son, despite being deeply hurt, loved and respected his father. Since that night, Walter was invigorated to right his wrongs.

He yearned for nothing more than for a chance to apologise to his son for all the hurtful things he had said and done which had shattered Elias’ heart and soul, leaving him in a sullen state of depression and anxiety as he desperately chased for his father’s love and acceptance.

Determined to say those words Elias had longed to hear, Walter cleaned himself up and incessantly rehearsed which words he would use to apologise to his son and clear up any misunderstanding Elias had about his father not loving him. Strongly motivated by his resolve, Walter vowed to finally reach out to Elias the next time his son came home.

*****Two years later…..

Time moved forward.

The house was still silent and the Goldstein family remained broken.

Mary still cried.

Alfonse was still missing, but Walter and Mary were positive he was alive and well as he explored this big world.

Klaus barely visited and when he did, he didn’t stay for long.

Elias hadn’t come home since he left for his new life at the academy.

Two years didn’t seem like a long time but for Walter it felt like a prison sentence.

He had come to loathe the sense of emptiness within his large home. The softest of noises which echoed through the marble walls and floors had an eeriness within them that Walter hated. The tapping of shoes walking the halls, the ticking of clocks from various rooms in the home and the quiet murmur of the staff, and other sounds alike, were all heard clearly. It felt as though the noises he could hear were tormenting him. Like the house itself was punishing him for his sins and failures as a husband and father.

Inside of his sanctuary that is his office, he occasionally turned to his decanter and glass filled with whiskey to help cope with the layer of anxiety that had welled on top of his guilt. As he brooded, he began to worry if he was ever going to get the chance to sincerely apologise to his son the longer he stayed away from home.

Often, Elias mailed letters to his mother but they were more like notices to pacify his mother by letting her know that he was doing well and enjoying his life at the academy. Walter often thought about writing to his son but he couldn’t bring himself to say his apologies through a posted letter. This was something he needed to say to Elias in person.

It was nearly the end of another year and there was a change in the dismal tension that permeated throughout the Goldstein Estate. With the festive season looming, Walter noticed the usually silent mansion had suddenly become bustling with movement and noise with an imbued sense of excitement.

Outside, the first snow of the season had fallen overnight. There was a light frost on the outside of the windows and the colourful garden beds and mowed green fields had been covered in a light blanket of white snow. A wintery cold snap lingered across the city with magical weather tellers officially recording the first snow of the season. It was tradition in the Goldstein family to begin redecorating the lavish halls of the home in the theme of Christmas when the first snow of the season fell.

Walter couldn’t imagine that this was the cause for the sudden mood change. Despite the fractured state of the family, the staff upheld this tradition annually. Often, tending to the task with gloominess in their hearts and minds. Walter and Mary never stopped the tradition and welcomed the scenery change.

With the absence of their sons during the holidays, Walter and Mary either hosted or attended formal Christmas parties, entertaining the high society of the wizarding world. After the formal parties were done, the couple would send their employees on paid leave to spend the holidays with their families. Eventually, they would either be alone or would go to another family’s home for Christmas.

They both found it difficult to fully embrace the festive season when they were to celebrate the holidays alone. They both shared the same view about the holidays – it was a celebration of family and togetherness. While there was some comfort in each other’s company, the fractured state of the family left an overwhelming sense of incompleteness lingering over the celebration.

Walter had decided to investigate the cause of the sudden liveliness. Almost every staff member was helping to redecorate the home in the theme of Christmas. There was a bounce in their step, smiles adorned their faces and their eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Walter!” Mary bounded up to him.

Just like the staff, she was in quite the jovial mood that perplexed Walter.

“Did something good happen?” he asked.

Mary couldn’t contain her excitement, “I reached out to Klaus and Elias some months ago and begged them to come home for the holidays this year.”

“Oh?” Walter wasn’t aware of this, “And?”

Mary happily showed him two letters, each was an individual reply from both sons, “They have both agreed to come home and stay for the duration of the holidays.”

Unlike his wife, Walter never outwardly expressed his emotions but he was delighted to hear the good news. Finally, Elias was coming home and Walter had a chance to say his sincere apology at last.

“I did send a magic note to Alfonse,” Mary sadly said, “It was a long shot, but I hope he retrieved it. But, two out of three sons will be home again. It’s a start.”

Walter agreed and warmly smiled, “I’m sure our family will be together again one day.”

“I’m sure it will be too,” she positively agreed.

The sudden excitement that loomed in the atmosphere now made sense to him. Mary’s exuberance had infected the staff who were genuinely happy for the matriarch. With this new knowledge, Walter felt a surge of happiness mixed with excitement too but his attention focused on quelling the anxiety within and preparing his long-awaited apology that he hoped would be a step in the right direction in mending Elias’ broken heart.

One evening, Walter and Mary were sitting down to their usual evening meal. There were no parties on the agenda that evening and it would be another week before Klaus and Elias would arrive home for the holidays.

“One more week,” Mary announced, “Though, I may have gone overboard on the presents this year.”

Peering into the adjacent parlour room where they kept the large pine tree, there were so many presents under the tree. It had been a long time since Walter had seen so many placed under the tree.

“I agree,” Walter joked, “I am yet to add mine to the pile.”

As they engaged in small chit-chat, they were interrupted by their chief of staff and Elias’ personal butler, Gail. Whom decided he’d be happy to work over the holiday period since he needed the extra money. Both Walter and Mary had attempted to simply pay him whatever difference he needed if he had ran into financial difficulties, but he insisted on working instead.

“Ma’am,” Gail politely approached the table, “My apologies for interrupting. Master Elias has sent a letter with his personal stationery via owl. I assume it must be important if he had sent this communication in such urgency.”

Walter peered up at the man and the golden envelope he presented within his gloved hands. Walter suddenly became nervous to its contents. He didn’t show it, but so many thoughts ran through his mind. Was he not coming home now? Did something happen to him? Was he going to lose another chance to apologise to Elias? Did Elias not want to come to avoid him? He had so many questions and was desperate to know the contents of his letter. Alas, he remained calm and waited for Mary to reveal whatever Elias had to say.

Mary cleaned her hands with a dining cloth and graciously received the envelope from Gail’s grasp, “Thank you Gail,” Mary said.

Gail bowed and elegantly left the room.

Walter could tell that Mary was nervous too. She held the letter and closely looked over the envelope to confirm that this was really sent by Elias. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. There was a hint of anxiety etched upon her face as she mentally prepared herself to read his letter.

“Is he not coming?” Walter impatiently asked.

Mary didn’t know but she was nervous and assumed that was the purpose of this letter. She didn’t say it but they shared the same assumption.

“What else could it be?” she assumed, “I do hope that is not the case.”

Elegantly, Mary ripped at the fold of the paper. Reaching into the pocket, she pulled out a single piece of thin white paper and began to read the neat lines of Elias’ cursive handwriting etched in the middle.

Waiting impatiently, Walter attempted to read the underside but failed to clearly read whatever was written. Quietly, he observed Mary as she read the letter, her almond, dark-blue sapphire eyes skimming the words. After reading one specific line, her jaw dropped in shock, her eyes widened and shined with glee and her pink lips smiled from ear-to-ear.

“What is it?” Walter asked curiously.

“Oh my!” she gasped and became excited again, “Elias…he’s… oh my!”

Mary rose to her feet and dropped the letter to the table, “Gail! Oh, Gail!” she called for the butler as she ran from the room, not explaining anything to Walter. Her enthusiasm becoming a mystery.

Walter cocked an eye in bewilderment at her sudden behaviour. What did Elias say that made her behave so ecstatically all of a sudden? Incredibly interested to know, he leaned over and picked up the letter Mary had abandoned to the table in her pursuit to find Gail.

Walter handled the letter with great care for its thin density made it quite fragile. A bold golden border coloured the edges of the rectangular piece of paper. Followed by a white gap that was followed by another golden border that was much thinner. In the middle at the top of the page of that thin border were Elias’ initials, elegantly designed into monogram. Also coloured in gold, his initials were creatively drawn over the top of each other in a cursive style and placed inside a thin circle. Inside the borders and in the middle of the page was Elias’ neat, cursive handwriting.

It read,

“Mother,

Earlier this year, you requested that I come home for the festive holidays.

While I look forward to joining you this Christmas, I have one request that I hope both Father and you will grant on such short notice.

My request is to ask for the permission to invite home someone special to me to join our family for the duration of my stay?

I do hope the both of you will agree but I will understand if you do not. I will patiently await your reply.

Your son,

Elias.”

“Someone special?” Walter repeated those words out loud and tilted his head in confusion, “Who could that be?”

Is this why Mary had become excited? Was it Alfonse by any chance? Perhaps a friend he had met at the academy? Or, could it be a love interest? Walter concluded there were many different answers to the term ‘someone special’ but he couldn’t confirm any of them. He needed more context and hoped Mary would be able to provide that information.

Walter knew that Elias and Mary often exchanged letters and no doubt she communicated with Klaus regularly too. Did she know something that he didn’t know? While she would tell Walter the many subjects of her communication with Elias and Klaus, she had a habit of sometimes forgetting to tell him any new details about their lives. Walter found it an adorable part of her personality and never was upset when she failed to mention anything new or important things happening in their lives. He’d always find out eventually.

The longer she remained absent from the dining room, the more Walter wondered whether Mary was ever coming back to finish her meal. He had cast a heat spell over her plate to keep her food warm should she return.

After several minutes of waiting, Mary eventually returned to her seat at the dining table. Walter had finished his meal but was reading the newspaper while he waited to see if she was ever coming back to finish her food. As she sat down, her eyes still sparkled and her youthful face exuded the same cheerfulness she had when she received Elias’ letter.

“What kept you away so long?” Walter asked curiously.

“Oh Walter!” she smiled, “Did you read his letter?”

“Yes.”

“I had to chase Gail to get the guest chambers organised and promptly replied to Elias’ request,” she answered.

Walter remained confused, “Did you grant his request?”

“Absolutely!” Mary responded cheerfully, “Oh, I can’t wait to finally meet her.”

Walter lowered his newspaper, “Her?” he asked, assuming “her” referred to his “someone special” and insinuated that this mystery person was a love interest.

“Walter!” Mary was amused by her husband’s obliviousness, “I imagine he’s asking to bring his girlfriend home so we can meet her.”

This was Walter’s first time hearing about Elias having a girlfriend in his life and found this news to be quite the bombshell. His usual expressionless face showed both his surprise and confusion.

“What girlfriend?” Walter asked puzzled, “This is the first time I have heard about this.”

Mary was certain she had mentioned it to Walter, “I told you about remember?”

“No,” Walter disagreed, “This is honestly the first time I have heard about Elias having a girlfriend.”

Mary observed Walter’s face. His usually unreadable face expressed his surprise and confusion confirming that he was telling the truth. He hadn’t heard about Elias having a girlfriend. Mary tried to recall telling him but nothing came to her memory. During Klaus’ last visit, he had revealed to his mother that Elias had been seeing someone at the academy and that they were quite serious. Of course, Elias never told her about his relationship and she never brought it up with him either.

Embarrassed, Mary nervously giggled, “Sorry Walter,” she said, deeply apologetic, “I guess I did forget to mention this news to you. Please forgive me.”

Walter wasn’t upset with not being told about his son’s relationship. He was quite used to Mary forgetting to tell him important social news. Rather, he was too stunned to consider being upset or amused. The news that Elias — who had become incredibly withdrawn and unsociable in his pursuit of his father’s approval — had found someone preoccupied his mind. Walter had so many questions about this young lady.

Did she free Elias from his depression and loneliness? Did she make him happy? Did she bring back his smile? Did she bring back that brightness Walter has missed seeing from Elias’ amethyst eyes? If Klaus knew her and mentioned this to his mother, does that mean he thinks she’s worthy of Elias? Who is this mysterious woman that has him captivated?

“Who is she?” Walter asked interested.

Mary excitedly leaned forward to begin gossiping about this new lady in their son’s life, “I have not met her myself and all of my intelligence about her has come from Klaus,” she informed.

“She must be a student at the academy, correct?”

Mary nodded, “Yes,” and she continued on, “Klaus told me that they didn’t start out on the best of terms but they deeply love and respect each other.”

“Oh, quite a serious pair?”

“Indeed,” Mary nodded, “Klaus seems to approve of her and he did say that when I meet her that I will feel the same too.”

“I must admit,” Walter began, “I did not expect to hear that Elias had attached himself to someone. It’s quite a surprise.”

“It surprised me too,” Mary agreed.

Mary could see the smallest of smiles curling onto Walter’s face. He truly was happy that his son was happy but then that small smile began to fade as he thought deeply.

“What is it?” Mary asked.

“What?”

“You were smiling just now,” Mary acknowledged, “Why are you sad now? Are you not excited to meet her?”

“That’s not it,” Walter said.

Walter was truly happy for his son and couldn’t wait to meet this young lady who had captured his heart. However, he felt his anxiety thumping within his chest. Was he going to ever get the chance to apologise to him? He didn’t want to embarrass his son in the presence of his girlfriend, especially if his apology wasn’t well received by Elias.

He sighed and began to tell her the truth about what was on his mind, “I don’t have the right to meet her when our relationship is still broken. Actually, I was going to use these holidays to finally reach out to him and apologise for everything I did to him all those years ago. I have found the courage and strength in my resolve to say the words I have waited so long to say and he’s waited to hear me say. I don’t want his forgiveness, but I want him to know how much I regret everything.”

Mary was pleased to hear that he was ready to finally talk to his son, “That’s great Walter,” she smiled warmly at him, “So, why is that making you sad?

Walter sighed, “If his girlfriend is joining us for the holidays, I feel it would be inappropriate to give him my sincere apology in her presence. I don’t know if she knows the circumstances of our relationship and I don’t want to ruin his relationship with her either, especially if she’s managed to undo all the heartache I caused him. I don’t want to make a negative impression.”

Mary understood his worry but she failed to see how their guest would prevent him from apologising to Elias, “Walter, you can still reach out to him, regardless of whether she is here or not,” Mary said, “Whether she knows or not doesn’t make any difference. I know how much you have waited for this chance to apologise to him. Don’t let this opportunity slip by using his girlfriend’s presence as an excuse not to do it. Besides, this is a large house and they are staying until they have to go back to the academy. You will have plenty of space and time to catch a quiet moment with him.”

There was a momentary silence as Walter processed her words. Mary was right. Walter couldn’t forfeit this opportunity after waiting two years for Elias to come home.

“You’re right,” Walter said, “I have waited for him to come home for so long. I need to see my resolve through to the end, especially for his sake.”

Walter had one other question about this mystery girlfriend. He hoped Mary would know and asked her, “This girlfriend of Elias’,” he said, “does she have a name?”

Mary had committed her name to memory the moment Klaus told her, “Miss Asana Way,” she answered without hesitation.

“Miss Asana Way,” Walter repeated her name, a small smile tugging at his lips once again as he committed her name to memory too.

Mary remembered something that Klaus had told her when he had told her about Elias’ new love, “When Klaus first told me that Elias had a girlfriend,” Mary said, “I did not believe him at first but then he kept telling me how much of an influence she has had on Elias. It may very well be that he is a lot happier since the last time we saw him.”

“That is good news,” Walter was delighted to hear that he was happy.

Mary finished eating her plate of food as they talked about this new lady in Elias’ life and couldn’t wait to finally meet her to see for themselves. However, Walter already liked her. If she had been able to undo the damage he had done to Elias’ heart, she automatically had his approval and was a worthy partner for his son.

Although he never showed it, he was counting down the days and was looking forward to these holidays. Alfonse finally returning home would fully complete their family these holidays but this would be enough for now.

While Walter was looking forward to welcoming his sons home and meeting Elias’ girlfriend, there was a pit of anxiety making him feel tight in the chest. Would Elias accept his apology? After concluding his evening meal with his wife, Walter went back to his office to begin rehearsing how he would approach Elias. He had one week left to perfect what he would say to him.

****A week later….

Klaus and Elias, along with Asana, arrived at the home together.

Usually, they were met by a line of staff members welcoming them home. Walter and Mary had sent all their staff on paid leave over the holidays to spend time with their families. The only person who waited to greet the young masters and their newest guest was Gail.

“Pleasure to see the both of you again,” Gail greeted Klaus and Elias, “It is also my pleasure to welcome Miss Way to the estate,” he bowed to Asana who stayed very closely behind Elias.

“It’s good to see you again,” Elias kindly said, “You didn’t go home this year?”

“No sir,” Gail happily smiled, “I wished to welcome you home after being away for so long.”

Elias looked over at Asana who was beside him, “Asana, this is Gail,” he introduced Asana to his personal butler, “If you need anything and can’t find me, this is the man to see.”

“…O-Oh, okay,” Asana said nervously, “Nice to meet you,” she bowed to the man.

Gail bowed to the young lady in return, “It is an honour to meet you at last Miss Way,” he said, “Master Elias, I have prepared the guest chambers across from your chambers for the duration of Miss Way’s stay. Should anything need changing to suit her needs, I will see to it immediately.”

“Thank you Gail,” Elias genuinely appreciated the attentiveness of his butler, “I appreciate it.”

Gail was very loyal and had been serving the Goldstein family for many years. Elias appreciated his companionship and guidance as a confidant during those years he had endured his father’s abuse.

Gail opened the front door for the young masters and their esteemed guest. Though, before either of them had stepped a toe through the front door, Mary had rushed to welcome them home.

“Welcome home!” Mary shrieked, her cheerful voice echoing throughout the house as she was unable to restrain her joy and embraced both of them.

“Good evening Mother,” Klaus greeted her.

“Hello there Mother,” Elias greeted her next.

“Look at the both of you,” Mary took the opportunity to observe her two sons very closely.

They had grown up so much and looked incredibly handsome. Klaus and Elias looked quite similar in their features that they almost were identical. Except, their eyes were different and Klaus was more refined than his younger brother. Klaus had inherited his mother’s sapphire eyes and Elias inherited his father’s amethyst eyes but they were both as sharp as their father’s. Klaus was more broader and his muscles much more taut. Elias was definitely fit and strong but had a more slender build compared to Klaus’ broader build. Mary was definitely proud of the fine, healthy men she had raised.

Walter, who had been holed up in his office all day, had heard the jovial shrieks of his wife as the front door creaked upon being opened. He had incessantly rehearsed what he was going to say to Elias, but now that he was home and Walter had heard his voice, he found it difficult to move.

He didn’t show it but his heart thumped loudly within his chest, his palms were sweating despite the chilly climate and his chest felt tight. He had never experienced this feeling before and wondered why he had become so anxious. Committed to his resolve, Walter had to keep reminding himself that this was Elias, his son, and he had nothing to be nervous about. Drawing in a deep breath, Walter had to relax his mind and calm his nerves to stop this overwhelming sense of anxiety so he could properly apologise to him.

“Mother,” Elias had a smooth and silky voice as it echoed throughout the house, “Um…I would like to introduce… um… my g-girlfriend, Miss Asana Way,” he said nervously.

Walter scrambled to retrieve his wand that he kept on a stand to the right of his chair. Using magic, he quickly retrieved another two items from within his office. One item was a small, hand held mirror and the other was a small, vial sized lilac glass bottle with a corked lid. He undid the cork and poured a single drop of the vial’s contents onto the surface of the mirror. Closing the vial with the cork again, he set the bottle aside on the desk and picked up his wand preparing to cast a spell on the mirror.

“Wideo procle,” he chanted.

The mirror absorbed his magic and where Walter’s reflection should have been there was the image of the front door where Mary was greeting their two sons and meeting Elias’ girlfriend, Miss Asana Way, for the first time. While he watched, he cast another spell to clearly hear their conversation.

Nervously, the young lady curtsied to Mary, “Nice to meet you too Mrs Goldstein,” her voice was pleasant and soft, “Thank you for allowing me to join your family for the holidays.”

The image within the small mirror was unable to properly define all her features. Of what Walter could see, she appeared to an attractive young lady. Though, she was no daughter from the high society of the wizarding world but she appeared quite delicate and regal with her striking and exquisite features. Healthy, thick and long chestnut hair, round and large rose eyes, an adorable small nose and thin yet desirable lips which warmly curled into a smile. There was a radiant glow that emitted from her and infected the immediate space around her. Already, Walter became fond of her without having yet properly met her.

“We are happy to have you and finally get to meet you at last. Klaus has told me so much about you that I was very eager to finally lay my eyes upon you,” Mary smiled at her and faced Elias, “Did Gail tell you where her chambers are?”

“Yes,” Elias nodded, face beet red.

“Good,” Mary smiled and shifted herself further into the home to welcome them in, “Why don’t the three of you go get settled in and come back down later for dinner. Elias, would you be so kind to show Miss Way to her chambers and give her a tour of the house so she can find her way around?”

Elias nodded, “Of course.”

“Miss Way,” Mary focused her attention on their guest once again, “Should you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask.”

“Oh, thank you,” Asana warmly smiled.

“Klaus,” Mary then focused on her older son who tolerated being in the room but whose eyes were begging to leave for his chambers, “I’m glad to have you home too. I’m happy you have decided to stay for a longer period. I do wish to ask something of you later if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” Klaus said.

“Excellent,” Mary cheered, “Well, if you may excuse me I must go turn the roast. Please, go ahead and make yourselves comfortable.”

With those last words, she excused herself and quickly hurried away to the kitchen where she took it upon herself to cook a grand meal of roast and vegetables and a warm dessert pie to wash down the main course.

Klaus quickly left and scaled the stairs of the estate to the second floor leaving Elias and Asana to themselves by the front door. Walter’s image shifted to his son, Elias. Someone he had waited for so long to see. Walter didn’t really know what to expect to see. Did he still possess that sullen countenance? Or, was he happier now that he had found someone special? Anxiously, Walter leaned in closer to the image to take in as much detail as the image before him would allow.

Instantly, Walter could see how much he had grown since that day he left home for the academy. He was no longer the image of an adolescent child but a young man who had become quite handsome and had grown into his prince-like features. His thick head of golden locks covered his forehead and framed his chiselled cheekbones and strong neck, a sign that he had become quite fit and toned. His amethyst eyes inside of his eyes were sharp and bright. His flawless ivory skin had a visible softness that gentled his overall appearance. As Walter watched Elias extend his hand out to his girlfriend, Elias’ thin lips curled into a gentle and warm smile.

Walter couldn’t believe that this young man before him was Elias as his entire countenance had changed. He was no longer gloomy and sad rather he was content and placid. There was a liveliness and a brightness which sparkled within his eyes again and his thin smile had a warmth and happiness to it again that Walter had longed to see. Walter wondered if this had been her influence on him or had he simply matured?

Seeing that happiness reflected in Elias’ eyes and his smile sent a spread of calmness through Walter. An indescribable sense of pleasure and relief seemed to lift the anxiety he had felt moments ago. He wondered if she had managed to undo some of the damage he had caused to Elias and mended his broken heart. If so, she had his eternal gratitude and his instant acceptance as Elias’ partner should their relationship evolve beyond dating. Still, Walter needed to apologise to Elias and he was determined to do so these holidays. Walter closed the portal he had cast with magic and drew in a deep, satisfying breath.

Walter knew when he would apologise to his son and waited for that opportunity. He wanted to do it tonight before dinner commenced. He wanted to ensure the right atmosphere as they dined as a family for the first time in so long, of course with Alfonse deep in his thoughts.

Several minutes had passed and Walter didn’t move from his office just yet. Instead, he absorbed the fill of the lively noises and presence that filled his home. Having Klaus and Elias home filled an empty void Walter had come to loathe. He could hear the shuffling and thumping of footsteps coming from all directions – the kitchen where Mary was cooking a feast, Klaus organising his chambers to his liking and Elias and Asana taking a tour of the lavish home. He could hear Mary happily humming away as well as the young couple laughing and engaging in zealous conversation as they moved around. These sounds that reverberated throughout his home didn’t carry the eery undertones of the silence he had come to despise. Rather, they were pleasant sounds that he preferred.

Taking in the pleasant change within the atmosphere of his large home, Walter could hear the soft footsteps along the marble hallway just outside his office door.

Then, he heard Asana’s kind and pleasant voice just outside the door, “Oh my goodness!” there was a melodic tone to her voice when she regained her confidence, “Is this you as a child?”

Walter assumed her attention was captured by a small gallery of family portraits that he had hung on the walls of the hallway just outside of his office.

“…Y-Yeah…,” Elias stuttered, like he was overwhelmed by his embarrassment.

“You’re so adorable!” she said, good-humouredly.

While Walter didn’t intend to eavesdrop on their conversation, but it was impossible not to listen to their conversation due to the closeness and clarity of their voices nearby the door. What intrigued him more was the amusement of hearing his son stutter with nervousness and being entertained be the lively energy that seemed to resonate from the young lady.

“Don’t look!” Elias begged, “…It was a long time ago.”

“No need to be embarrassed,” she giggled, “Who is this next you? Is that Klaus?”

Although he was embarrassed, Elias seemed to be able to overcome those emotions to kindly answer her questions, “Yeah,” he said, “That’s my eldest brother behind him.”

“Huh?” Asana expressed her shock, “There’s another brother?”

“…Yes,” Elias answered her but there was a sadness that overcame his tone, “…His name is Alfonse. He’s not home. In fact, no one knows where he is.”

“…Oh, I’m sorry,” Asana apologised.

She must have sensed the sad tone within his voice because she paused for a moment before changing the subject, “The man in the middle of this portrait must be your father, right?”

Walter’s ears perked up when he heard her mention him to Elias. How would Elias respond to him being mentioned by her? Does she know about their fractured relationship? It was a good opportunity to gather any knowledge that may answer those questions.

“…Yeah, that’s him,” Elias confirmed but still had that sad tone within his voice.

“Will he be here for the holidays?”

There was a slight pause before Elias answered her question, “…I don’t know. He is usually around here somewhere so I’m sure he’ll appear sooner or later. Unless…”

Elias trailed off.

“Unless, what?” Asana prompted.

Elias sighed, “…unless he doesn’t want to see me he may have picked up some work over the holidays.”

Upon hearing those words and hearing the sadness within Elias’ tone, a pain stung Walter’s heart. He had an urge to spring to his feet, swing open the door and let Elias know how much he regretted everything. He wanted to let Elias know how long he had waited for him to return home so that he could apologise for everything he had done. But, Walter couldn’t move. It wasn’t the right time for that conversation. He stayed seated by his desk and continued to listen to the young couple’s conversation.

After a short pause, Asana replied to Elias, “I know things are awkward between you two but I’m sure he wants to see you again,” she spoke with such positivity that reflected her spirited nature.

“What makes you say that?” Elias asked.

“Nothing particularly,” Asana answered, “Just a feeling I have. He’ll also get to see how much you have grown as a person and as a wizard.”

“You sure sound sure of yourself,” Elias uttered his retort and then calmly and sadly responded, “I appreciate the positivity but I doubt anything has changed. I haven’t heard anything from him for so long. We stopped talking to each other so many years ago that I wonder if he even knows that I still exist.”

“Elias,” Asana sympathetically called his name but had nothing more to say.

Walter swallowed his emotions as he overheard Elias expressing his deepest feelings and thoughts to his girlfriend.

“Come on,” Elias said, changing the subject, “I have plenty more places to show you.”

Their footsteps echoed in the distance, leaving Walter’s mind to linger on those last words Elias had uttered. He knew it had been quite some time since they openly spoke within the walls of this home. Again, his anxiety crept up again and his heart began to pound with agony. Did Elias really feel as though he was now invisible to his father?

Some hour and a half later, dinner was almost ready to be served.

Walter had refreshed himself and regathered his courage and strength. He had decided to still see his resolve through. Should his apology result in Elias still being unreceptive toward him, he would accept that decision. Should his apology mark the beginning of them rebuilding their broken relationship, he would happily accept that too. Though, Walter wasn’t really expecting anything. All he wanted was for Elias to understand two important things. Firstly, he wanted Elias to know how much he regrets everything he had done and said to him that had broken his heart and caused him to painfully suffer. The other, was to let him know, although he had failed to show it, that he loved him deeply and unconditionally.

Walter left his office and began making his way down the stairs as he went to join his family for the usual evening meal. He was looking forward to his wife’s wonderful cooking. Though, most of all, he was excited to have two of three sons home and Miss Way’s company.

Descending the stairs, Walter fixed his cuff links to make himself appear proper and presentable. He swallowed any anxious emotions he could feel swelling in the pit of his stomach. He had waited for this moment for so long and hoped Elias would be nearby so that he could see and speak to him well before they dined at the table.

There was plenty of noise coming from the kitchen as Mary worked her way around the kitchen and had Gail’s assistance in setting up the dining table. Happily, Walter could also hear the light-hearted and jovial conversation coming from the parlour room. Peeking into the room, he could see Klaus, Elias and Asana gathered around the fireplace and the tree as they awaited an official announcement that dinner was ready.

Walter cautiously crept up to the open entry way that separated the stair case and foyer from the parlour room. His footsteps were quiet and inaudible as he quietly observed his sons and Miss Way. Elias and Asana both had their backs turned away from the entry way where Walter was standing. Klaus stood sideways from the entry way and was the first one to acknowledge Walter’s presence.

“Did you make this?” Asana happily asked Elias.

“Why did they put this on here?” Elias’ face turned red as they gazed at the directions on the tree.

Elias’ childhood bauble still remained a fixture on the tree, along with his brothers’ handmade decorations too. They exchanged a light-hearted raillery that made Walter smile too.

Feeling Klaus’ gaze upon him, Walter nodded to his son with a smile. It was a signal to Klaus not to make his presence known to the other two while he simply, yet happily, watched on. Klaus nodded in return and remained silent.

“But it’s adorable!” she said, taking in every detail of the handmade ornaments, “Oh, before I forget!” she said, as though a reminder popped into her mind.

Walter had become captivated by her energy. The radiance that emitted from within her certainly brightened the space her and her thin smile was simply innocent and genuine.

“I need to put the gifts I got for everyone under the tree,” she said.

“You didn’t need to get us anything,” Klaus said.

“I know but I would feel bad if I didn’t. It’s the least I can do for being allowed to join your family on such short notice,” she said, and spun around.

Immediately, her eyes widened and fell on Walter’s presence by the entry way. Walter noticed a small stack of gifts on a small table behind her and assumed these were her gifts that she had purchased. He looked away from the small stack of gifts to meet her gaze. Gently, he smiled at her.

From the corner of his eye, Elias noticed Asana hadn’t move to retrieve the stack of gifts she had brought down with her to place underneath the tree. Confused, he peered down at her face and saw her rose eyes widened and her face tinted with red. Her gaze focused in one direction, he followed them. Turning around, he saw his father gently smiling back at them.

Elias didn’t say anything and turned back around to avoid facing him. Suddenly, the jovial mood in the room shifted slightly with a sense of awkwardness and tension emitting from Walter and Elias being in the same room.

“Welcome to our home, Miss… Asana Way, is it?”

Asana curtsied, “Yes, sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr Goldstein. Thank you for allowing me to be here.”

“You are quite welcome,” Walter said, “Please, no need to be so formal and make yourself comfortable during your stay with us.”

Asana straightened herself and awkwardly smiled back at the patriarch, “Thank you.”

Walter gazed at the back of Elias who had purposely avoided facing his direction, but Walter was able to see his features clearly. Now that he had a good view of the both of them, the image he had magically created in his office moments ago didn’t do any justice. Elias was taller than Walter had remembered and he definitely was as strong and handsome as any royal prince. Asana, although simple, was quite attractive and appeared more delicate than he could see within the image before.

“Are your chambers to your liking Miss Way?” Walter asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s good to hear,” Walter was genuinely happy that she was comfortable.

However, the conversation between them was feeding off the awkward tension between himself and his son. Walter was aware and decided to change the subject.

“I hear you are a student at the same academy as Klaus and Elias?”

“I am,” Asana answered but she was quite stiff, “…Though, I have only been studying there for nearly over a year and a half. Not quite as long as these two.”

“Well, good luck with your studies,” Walter said.

The awkward tension only intensified as they struggled to maintain a flowing conversation with the nature of Walter and Elias’ relationship being the biggest issue in the room. Walter gazed over at Elias who still had been facing away from his father’s gaze.

Walter assumed now was a better time than never to finally reach out to his son. After rehearsing everything he wanted to say, this was the perfect opportunity to say those words he had been waiting for so long to say.

“…I’m glad to see you are doing well, Elias,” Walter began.

Elias didn’t reply nor turn around, but Walter expected as much.

“Actually, I’m quite pleased to have you and your brother home for the holidays, and having Miss Way here is a pleasure,” he continued, “News of the two of you returning home injected a good dose of excitement through the staff and, of course, your mother and I. Even though Alfonse isn’t here with us yet, I’m sure our thoughts are reaching him and that he is doing well.”

Klaus watched on as his father attempted to speak with Elias. Asana was too nervous to even move. Mary’s footsteps grew quieter as she entered the room with intentions of inviting them all in to the dining room and taking their places as dinner was almost served but she read the mood. She stayed quiet and remained in the room to see how this event would unfold. Still, Elias refused to turn around as Walter began reaching out to him.

“…I am really happy that you are home, Elias,” Walter said, sincerely, “Truly, I am. It’s been very… quiet…without you and brothers.”

On hearing those words, Elias’ head shifted slightly like he was finally going to face his father. Though, it stopped but Walter could see his amethyst eyes peering at him from the corner of their eyes. They looked Walter up and down. It was like they were searching for something in Walter’s body language.

Mary, Klaus and Asana had no choice but to stay motionless and watch whatever this was unfolding before them. Each of them hoping for a pleasant ending.

Walter’s words were so sudden and unexpected that Elias didn’t really know how to feel or respond. He certainly was surprised but he was too afraid to turn around and face his father. Was this some kind of a trap? He had thoughts about saying something in his head but he couldn’t utter anything.

“…This may be quite unexpected,” Walter acknowledged the suddenness of his actions but was committed to doing this, “…However, I didn’t want to begin these holidays without first speaking to you.”

Elias didn’t expect this at all. He hadn’t uttered a private word with his father since the day they had that traumatic falling out. While he had heard his father’s voice during public events, this was the first time Elias heard his voice in the two years he had stayed away from home. There was no contempt, anger or animosity within his father’s tone rather it was gentle, warm and sincere. Without even realising it, Elias had finally turned around and faced his father. Elias maintained a good gap away from his father and crossed his arms over his body.

Walter waited to see if Elias was going to say anything but seeing him turn around and face him was progress, “…No, this isn’t even about the holidays. Honestly, I just wanted to speak with you. I’m just using the holidays as an excuse to do so.”

Elias’ face expressed his confusion as he couldn’t understand his father’s intentions. Elias didn’t look directly into his father’s gaze but could feel his father’s eyes upon him. He mustered up the courage to speak but could only say one word, “…W-Why?” he asked, nervously.

Mary latched onto Klaus arm, delighted that Elias responded.

“Ouch!” Klaus whispered across to her, “Let go.”

“Hush,” Mary admonished.

Walter ignored the gasps and whispers from the others on the opposite side of the room. Even though it was a simple word, hearing Elias’ voice again delighted Walter. Usually, his attempts at small chatter within these walls were ignored and Walter was left to feel as though he was invisible to his son.

“…We both know why,” Walter answered kindly, “…I… I realised that I should have done this many, many years ago.”

Walter paused to regather himself to remember everything that he wanted to say to Elias. He had rehearsed this so many times that he wanted to say this right the first chance he had. Walter worried about how Elias would receive his apology but he was committed to his resolve.

“I am the one who allowed our relationship to end up like this, Elias,” Walter said, “I am solely to blame for all the pain and suffering you have had to endure for so long.”

Elias knew where this was going. His eyes shifted ever so slightly to peer at his father’s body language and facial expression. Their eyes met. Elias could see the sincerity burning within his father’s eyes. His usually unreadable face expressed the honesty within his tone.

Walter looked directly into his son’s eyes and continued, “Elias, I was the fool who failed as a father and a husband. Not only did I hurt you and sever our bond, I also hurt this family. I drove Alfonse away, burdened Klaus with too much responsibility and broke your mother’s heart,” he paused, taking a deep breath.

After a moment, he continued to speak again, “…I was so obsessed with our family’s pride and public image that I caused everyone to suffer. Especially, you. Yes, I wanted to make you a stronger person but not for our family’s name. I wanted you to be stronger so you could stand on your own when I was no longer around. But, I went about it the wrong way. In the end, my abuse… broke you. And, that’s not what a father is meant to do to his child. As your father, I’m supposed to support you and accept you as you are, and I failed to do that.”

“…Walter,” Mary whispered his name and started to shed a couple of tears.

Walter’s eyes remained fixed on Elias’ and Elias listened carefully to every word that came out of his father’s mouth. Was he dreaming this or was Walter really saying these words?

“…There are so many memories I have where I hurt you and should have reached out to you back then. I should have apologised. I should have made sure that you were alright. Those memories play over and over in my head. Including that day, the day we fell out. You know, I’ve watched you grow up over the years without me and over those years, I watched you cast aside all your interests and your happiness for magic in pursuit of my approval. Worse, I made you feel as if I don’t love you or know that you still exist. But, that’s not true.”

Elias felt a sudden surge of emotion well within him as he listened closely to his father’s words. Walter too, felt a surge of emotion but he took a deep breath to control his emotions.

“…I never hated you Elias,” Walter confessed, “Honestly, it’s been too hard for me to say these words to you.”

Elias didn’t understand why, “…W-why?” he choked up with emotion.

“…Because…” Walter began to confess, “I didn’t have the right to do so because I hurt you so much. But, I realised the longer that I didn’t say something the more suffering it caused to you and the longer you would think that I don’t love you. However, I can still apologise to you and say that I love you without asking for your forgiveness.”

Walter paused again, “So,” Walter took another deep breath, “Elias, my dearest son, I regret everything I have ever done or said to you which hurt you so deeply. If I had the capability of time magic, I wish I could take it all back and never cause you so much pain. You are an important member of the Haus of Goldstein and I want nothing more than for you, and your brothers, to be yourselves and to be happy. Elias, I love you and I never once stopped loving you. I regret that I never expressed my love for you and your brothers more often.”

Elias didn’t know what to say as an uncontrollable tear strayed from his eye.

“Huh, Elias?” Asana worried about him after seeing his lone tear fall.

Mary and Klaus were worried that he wasn’t going to accept his father’s apology.

Walter panicked that he had hurt his son again, “Elias, I—.”

“D-Do you really… mean it?” Elias cut him off, “…I’m not all that strong yet or anything…so I…I’m not worthy of anything like your love or… my name.”

Walter felt a strong sense of guilt in the pit of his stomach when Elias still found himself unworthy of his father’s praise. Was this the extent of the damage he had done to his son that he would still think of himself unworthy.

“Elias,” Walter shook his head, “I mean every word I just said. Please, you don’t need to prove anything to me. I just want you to be yourself.”

“…Myself?”

“Yes,” Walter smiled gently at him, “I just want you to be happy.”

Elias had waited so long to hear those words from his father. He quickly wiped away the tears that threatened to spill out of his eyes and regathered his poise.

Walter remembered Mary and his colleagues at the Ministry saying something about his efforts at the academy and brought it up with Elias now.

“Besides, I heard that you foiled a robbery at the Tower of Sorrow. Is that true?” Walter asked, “I heard you had a magic duel and you beat the person who you were fighting. That’s not all. You’re the top in your class and even have a similar aptitude for magical tools like myself.”

“…How did you know?” Elias wondered.

“Let’s just say that word travels quite well,” Walter gently smiled at him.

Elias processed the words his father was saying and a calmness overcame his mind, heart and soul. He had waited for so long to hear these words and finally, after so many years, he was hearing them. Asana had helped Elias heal over the past year and a half and had decided if his father ever apologised that he wanted nothing more than to move forward. Was this that moment?

“I’m very proud of you Elias,” Walter confessed, “After hearing about all your exploits, I can tell you that you will grow into your own person and wizard.”

Elias turned red and sheepishly scratched at his cheek.

Mary and Klaus couldn’t help but smile that Walter had finally reached out to Elias.

Asana too felt very happy for him too, “Hear that Elias,” she said to him, “I told you I had a good feeling.”

Elias agreed, “Yes, I know.”

Elias had waited so long to hear those words come from his father’s mouth that he felt a huge weight lifting off of his shoulders. He didn’t say it, but he was relieved to finally here those words after all these years.

Walter gazed over to Asana, “I must apologise to you Miss Way.”

“For what?” she asked confused.

“I was unsure if you knew about the state of our relationship,” Walter said, “I do apologise that I have had to make the mood awkward in your presence.”

“Not at all,” Asana didn’t mind, “I was aware that there was some tension. You needn’t apologise to me.”

Elias’ eyes looked like they were sparkling with glee after he completely processed Walter’s apology. His lips curled into a small smile and he was preparing to response.

Mary and Klaus waited to hear what Elias had to say.

“…I’ve been waiting forever to hear you say sorry,” Elias said.

“I know,” Walter confirmed, “I should have said it many years ago.”

“To be honest,” Elias began to make a confession, “I had given up chasing you and my brothers some time ago.”

While Klaus had already known this by observing the changes within Elias while they attended the academy and taught many of his classes, Walter and Mary were surprised to hear the confession.

“What do you mean?” Walter asked.

Elias gazed over at Asana and took her hand into his own, “You can thank her,” Elias admitted, “Asana helped me to realise that the only way I was going to grow stronger as a person and as a wizard was to stop obsessing over trying to emulate you and my brothers.”

“It is true that there was a time where I was chasing after you and my older brothers to become a strong person and wizard in way that was befitting my name, but she helped me to change my perspective. I can only be proud of the person and wizard that I choose to become.”

It had been such a long time since Walter had heard him speak but the maturity contained within his tone and words made him especially pleased.

“I am pursuing magical tools as my area of interest,” Elias admitted, “While I am inspired by you, it’s not for you or the family. I simply enjoy making them and I want to make magical tools that everyone, even those without magic, can use to improve their quality of life. That’s my goal.”

Walter was happy to hear it, “That pleases me greatly.”

Another pause ensued between them but Elias thought about his own interests. He didn’t want him and his father to continue being strangers to each other. With confidence, Elias decided to share with his father how he truly felt.

“…I don’t want us to continue being silent to each other,” Elias suddenly admitted.

“I don’t want that either Elias,” Walter agreed.

While the pain was still there, Elias wanted nothing more than to rebuild his relationship with his father and hoped this was a step in the right direction.

“…I want to forgive you,” Elias said.

Walter didn’t expect Elias to express his desire to forgive his father. But, despite all Walter had done to him Elias never hated him either. He had been hurt deeply but his love and respect for his father outweighed all his other emotions.

“What?” Walter asked, surprised, “…I said you didn’t have to.”

Elias genuinely wanted to, “…But I want to,” Elias declared, “Despite everything you did, I still love and respect you. Otherwise, why else would I have chased after your approval for so long. I’ve wanted nothing more than to be your son again and I don’t want us to continue on like we have been. It’s done no good for anyone and I just want us to be a family again. So, I want to forgive you. Will you let me do that?”

Walter didn’t expect this straight away and was quite dumbfounded by his sudden forgiveness. Both Mary and himself expected that Elias would eventually come to forgive him but over a period of time. Instantly receiving his forgiveness was unexpected for the patriarch. While he was confused, he also felt relieved. Already, Walter could feel the layers of his regret crumbling away. Walter made the right decision to apologise to his son. At last, they could begin rebuilding their relationship.

Walter smiled at him, “…If that’s what you want to do, I will not stop you,” Walter accepted his forgiveness.

Walter approached his son and, uncharacteristically, embraced his son in a quick hug. Klaus and Asana were not as surprised by Elias’ sudden forgiveness. Mary was surprised and her eyes were wet with tears of joy.

Some minutes passed by before Walter released his son from his embrace.

Mary didn’t forget the purpose of her coming into the parlour room, “Shall we dine for dinner?” Mary asked, the brightest smile on her face.

“Yes,” Walter agreed with a good spirit, “Your roast has had me hungry all afternoon. And, this is the perfect opportunity for us to get to know Miss Way more.”

For the first time in many years, the Goldstein family sat down for a meal together. The awkward tension that had been in the atmosphere disappeared and was replaced with a sense of peace. There was only one member still missing from the family but Mary and Walter remained hopeful that Alfonse would return home soon.

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