A,symbol of weakness

Harold's age: 17

HAROLD

The cold breeze brushed past me, sending a shiver down my spine. I stood there coldly staring ahead of me at my mother's graveyard.

Rest. In. Peace.

Helen Kingston

A mother, daughter and savior. Known for her kindness and humble nature.

A woman of words. May her soul rest in peace.

Was engraved on her stone and I felt numb.....the extreme agony just made me numb. The one question was still bothering my mind.

Why??

Why did dad-- Marcel Dèlacourt kill my mother and why was mom's name written as Kingston instead of Delacourt.

I wanted answers but I didn't want to ask questions with anyone.

Even I was in fault, I couldn't save her. She died in front of my eye sight and I couldn't do anything to save her.

Everyone in here thought that it was the fire accident that killed my mom but no one knew the real reason behind my mother's ash turned body.

(The song above, do listen to it.)

A girl was singing infront of my mother's grave. And I felt like dead man, staring blank