As the flames bury my father, my soul feels dead. My father is gone, and he took a piece of me with him. I keep the tears at bay, refusing to cry in front of my old pack, but just thinking about how empty I feel has my eyes stinging. The pack leaves, making their way to the memorial dinner. I don’t look around to see who’s staying or going. The flames rage on, devouring the man who raised me. I can’t look away from their hypnotizing dance. I sink to my knees. A million thoughts run through my head as the fiery energy dwindles. There were so many things I never got to say to my father. So many unspoken apologies.“I’m sorry, dad. For everything, for running off like mom did, for disappointing you. All of it. I wish I visited you more, but I was a coward. Too scared to come back here and face my broken heart. Now, you’re gone, and I’m all alone in the world. Wherever you are, I hope you’re happy. Please watch over me.”The nipping wind b
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