MIGUEL: 3 years ago….It's been a year plus but the pain was still fresh in my memory. I stared at his grave, tears trickling down my face but I didn't sob. I didn't move, I couldn't move, my fists were too tight so was my chest, my clothes felt too hot for me to breathe in but I stood still, not blinking, not moving. Suddenly I felt a small arm wrap around my elbow, I released a breath I didn't know I was holding, “you came” I breathe out. “You called,” her small voice warmed my heart a little, “how are you doing?”I clean my eyes and put both hands in my pocket, hiding my white fists, “not good, I keep…I keep seeing him in my dreams”Her grip becomes tighter around my arm, almost reassuring, “I'm sorry. I miss him too, a lot. He was my best friend out of both my brothers, it's not fair his life was stripped away from him too early”Gunshots filled my head, him on the floor bleeding out and his brother crying for help, I clear my throat pushing the memory away, “it's not”She
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