63 — SEVEN YEARS AGO […]

[...] “Angel, I’m sorry for keeping this secret for so long. But I’m leaving this world, you need to know. It’s about your father…”

I let out the smoke from the cigarette slowly. I’ve been sitting next to this grave for at least three hours… since my mother’s body was buried. I’m alone now. There weren’t many people grieving her death anymore, but now I’m completely alone, looking at this blue sky that doesn’t match such a sad day at all.

Today, I lost the only person I had in this whole world.

It was just the two of us, always.

But now, it’s just me.

… Or at least, that’s how I feel.

I look at the letter in my hand, my mother’s perfect handwriting. Something she wrote, I don’t know exactly how long ago, but from the yellowing of the paper, I’m sure it was years ago. And the truth kept in those words is something hard to accept&hell