Ep 38

When he thought things were getting better, when he felt loved and ready to forget all his furies and rages, they came back upon him like a storm on a comfy day.

His heart was heavy as lead. He couldn't sleep; nor eat, though he wasn't given any.

His rage was fueled by the agony of the memories, which filled every direction his eyes glanced with painful memories that tore at his heart.

Every single eye movement brings back memories of his late mother, her beautiful smile, and white furs that sparkle in the dark. The pleasant aroma of her hair that tickles his nose every time she embraces or kisses him goodbye before leaving for work. Her gentle touch which makes his heart skip a beat every time he feels it while clutching his little hand.

The more these memories flooded his mind, the more he resented himself for being weak enough to lose such a lovely mother. And now, after all this time, this is what he's become? A man who lost everything due to his own weakness.

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