19. I am sorry

[Zeve’s POV]

Those whimpers were like whispers of too many people crying at the same time.

It brought back my memories from childhood when I was a kid. I used to hear such echoing whimpers of several people constantly.

Along with those memories, those whimpers brought an ache in my chest, too.

I looked at my wavy reflection in the lake and smiled. I had been the only one beside me all this time and I will be the only one for me until I die. I had gone through a lot of things on my own and it wouldn’t change in the future.

My tears disturbed my reflection in the lake. But sometimes I really wished to have a company. Because it was scary.

I drew in a deep breath and hugged myself, squatting at the edge of the lake. I buried my face in my arms, wrapped around my knees. This position had become my only escape from the reality.

I didn’t know why, but the few days I spent with Amor’s family flashed in front of my eyes — their images, their warmth, their words, their laughter.

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