For the first time in a very, very long time... we finally spoke. Somehow, I must've miss him. And he miss me. I know. It felt good. Finally the silence was broken and I felt like as if no matter how long we've been apart, no matter how long we didn't spoke to each other, it didn't matter anymore that night. We've always been close, and will always be. Whether near or far, in our hearts.

If it wasn't for his father. It was just a few simple lines but there wasn't any animosity or hostility between us. Because many years ago, we have built a very special relationship. I'm glad we have "rekindled".

His father. I've never seen him this fragile, this weak, this bad. He opened his eyes but they were lifeless. They were grey. They can't see. It was like as if he was in another realm altogether. I spoke to the doctor. My heart felt heavy. Only GOD knows...



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