Neteyam, the mighty warrior. Neteyam, the older brother. Neteyam, the protector. Never, never just Neteyam. To say the name alone sounded so empty and bitter.
Having the feeling of being loved is ethereal. It's a dopamine that most people enjoy. Ne...
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📍𝔑𝔢𝔴 𝔜𝔬𝔯𝔨 ℭ𝔦𝔱𝔶 8:14 𝔞𝔪 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫
It has been a month since the news broke out to the sully teens. The house went from being loud and chaotic to silent, almost mourningful.
Tuk didn't understand the abrupt change of everything. When her parents explained the move to her, she was optimistic about it. She thought about all the new friends she would make and how pretty her new room would be.
Today was the day. The day they left everything behind. The day they packed their things up. The memories and the achievements.
Neytiri sat down by the living room with her mother, having one last conversation with her before she left.
Lo'ak sat down on the floor of his empty room, and looked around. This would be the last time he would ever be in this room again. The last time.
Kiri and Tuk sat in the kitchen and made cereal since that was the only thing left there. Kiri looked around, feeling as if a part of her was ripped out.
Neteyam sat on the fire escape outside his now old room with tears in his eyes. He took his first steps in this house, he learned to read and write. He learned everything here. It was like he was leaving his whole childhood. He felt so misunderstood. How could his parents do this to him?
They know how much New York means to him. Why are they taking it away? It isn't fair to him.
It wasn't fair to any of them.
After a while of reminiscing, he heard his name being called in the distance. It was his father coming to collect him. It was time to go.
"Neteyam! Neteyam where are you? It's time to go!" His father called out. Neteyam could hear his father coming towards his room. He quickly wiped his tears, and got back inside his room. He acted as if he was on his phone, sitting on the floor when his father walked in.
"There you are. Come on, it's time.." Jake said trailing off. He knew by one look at Neteyam that he had been crying . Neteyam fiddled with his fingers, feeling his father's eyes staring holes into his head.
Jake felt a pang of guilt hit him. He knew how much this house meant to everyone. Mostly Neteyam. "Oh Neteyam.. Come here.." Jake said, kneeling down to hug his eldest son.
Neteyam's lip quivered, but he didn't dare cry again in front of his father. The other day was already embarrassing as is. He laid his head in the crook of his father's neck, accepting his hug. His father rubbed his back, only feeling empathy for him.
"It's going to be ok.. We can always come visit your grandmotha.. You will love your new home.. I promise baby boy, everything will be ok.." Jake sully whispered, saying only sweet things to sooth his son.
