My Sweet Omega the discussion

1 year passed

One rainy evening Lucas and his father have a rather nasty discussion.

A dark living room. The father, Mr. Stephan, sits in a leather armchair, looking at his son, Lucas, who stands with his head bowed. A tense conversation is about to begin.

père de lucas (stephan)

(in a cold tone, his eyes fixed on his son) You know, Lucas, I always hoped you would be more than what you are today. Every day, I gave you chances, opportunities... And every day, you disappoint me a little more.

Lucas

(looking at the ground, in a weak voice) I... I'm doing my best, Dad. I just want to prove to you that...

père de lucas (stephan)

(abruptly interrupting him, standing up suddenly, his face hard) Your "best"? Is that it? Is that what you call doing your best? You're an *omega*. You'll never be able to achieve what others achieve. You're just... useless. Completely useless.

Lucas

(with a tight throat, almost about to cry) Dad, please... I'm not useless. I...

père de lucas (stephan)

(bitter laugh, moving closer to his son) Useless. It's all you are. What do you want to prove, huh? That you can be something more? No, Lucas. There's nothing more to you. Your status, your potential... it's all a burden, and you'll never be able to shake it off.

Lucas

(Tears threatening to fall, he slowly looks up) Dad, why are you telling me this? Why are you always comparing me to others? I'm your son, I'm... I'm trying to improve myself, but...

père de lucas (stephan)

(angry, gesticulating) Don't try to tell me you're trying! If you really tried, you'd have accomplished something by now! But no, you just stand there, feeling sorry for yourself, doing nothing to change it. You're *futile*, like a ghost wandering aimlessly.

Lucas

(faiblement, les yeux baissés) Je ne veux pas être comme ça... Je ne veux pas être un échec...

père de lucas (stephan)

(exhaling wearily, he returns to his seat) You're already a failure, Lucas. You don't even have the will to fight for yourself. If you really wanted to change, you would have started sooner. But instead, you wallow in your weakness. You're nothing but a disappointment.

Lucas

(whispers, in a shaky voice) I'll change... I'll improve. I promise.

père de lucas (stephan)

(shaking his head, with a bitter smile) Promises are all you know how to do. But promises get you nowhere. You want to prove something to me? Start with something concrete. But I don't expect anything from you anymore, Lucas. You've failed, and you'll fail again.

To be continued