The whole story behind

HAROLD

I rushed towards my room in haste with the envelope in my hand. I clutch the envelope tightly as I reminisce his words.

He was a man in his late fiftees. He sat across me with a sad smile plastered on his face.

"What is it you wanted to talk?" I look straight into his eyes as I ask.

Without saying anything, his hands digged inside his pocket as he pulled out an envelope. He kept the envelope on the table before pushing it towards me.

"Your father asked me to give this to you after his death, but I never thought that I would come to you this soon." He lamented.

I glanced down at the envelope before glancing up at him.

"Who are you exactly?" I asked.

He passed me a warm small smile before opening up,

"Helen, Marcel, and I were in the same college, but we became distant when Marcel and Helen moved here, in Hawaii. We barely contacted each other. I was busy in my life, and so did they. One day, I got a call from Helen saying that they had parted ways.. I was puzzled because they h