CHAPTER HUNDRED AND ONE

At this point tears started dropping from his eyes, and the assumption that came to my mind was that he was dead, but with the way he couldn't control his tears I knew it was possible it was death but it could be much more, I stood up to hold his hands and clean his eyes, "it's fine." I said, and after a while he was calm again and I could see the guys looking sad too but, they were more curious than to cry. They knew how to navigate their emotions. I thought, guys were awesome, I thought they had that ability and they were made like that. But as he wanted to continue with his story I got him a glass of water to drink. "Thank you." He said, and cleared his throat. "Like I was saying, on getting there, it was a nightmare for me, just like a roasted meat, he was burnt to the maximum. I could even recognize him anymore." He said, and he started to cry and tears dropped from my eyes too. What cruelty, but no one knew who killed him I thought "I cried for a few hours but I needed to know wh