You're Mine

Steps

Singto sat on his knees in front of the grave. He was in a black shirt and black jeans, a bouquet of orange dahlia in his hands.

He stared at the gravestone in front of him, clutching onto the bouquet in his hand. Letting the tears fall on his cheeks.

"I bought your favourite flower P." Singto smiled as he placed the bouquet on the grave.

"It's been a busy day," Singto sighed, caressing the stone.

"Everyone left, no one cared P. Everyone here was of fake tears and sympathy. And you never needed that. You might have seen the drama that occured here with the warden, right?" Singto took a deep breath, rubbing his tears away.

"Your Simba is strong, and I'll make sure I stay that way. You don't have to worry about me." Singto chuckled to himself.

Reminiscing the times he could hear her tease him with the nickname, now he just wishes he could hear her call him by that, one more time.

"I'll be leaving the orphanage P, that place is no longer my home. You're not there, there's nothing that makes me stay there anymore. Nothing that makes it home anymore." Singto sniffled.

Flashes of the figure of a lady with her hair in a bun and a cheeky smile on her face rushing to his mind. A picture Singto always wanted to remember when the name 'Leola' comes to his mind.

"I've already found a dorm room, the part-time job is paying enough to pay the rent P and the money you gave me helps too. Don't worry about me because I know you'll."

Singto sighed, she was the only family he had. The only one who he could call his. And now she's gone, today was her funeral and Singto had promised himself that he wouldn't cry in front of others. That he wouldn't show them that he was weak, he didn't want others to feed upon his weakness anymore. And that is what lead him to take the decision to move out or the orphanage which he called his home since he had ever known.

"I'll visit you soon P, I'll make you proud one day. Please be happy there, I hope you're in a safe place now. I love you P'Leola, and I miss you soo much." Singto joined his palms and kissed it, closing his eyes he smiled softly.

He slowly stood up, brushing off the dust on his jeans he spared a glance at the grave before he turned around and walked away.

Singto never expected that his life would change soo sudden, for the past one year his life wasn't the same. He had to work harder, and at the same time play deaf to those who tried to bring him down. The orphanage had never been a place where he could be himself, the only reason that made him rooted in that place was Leola. She had always been there to save him, and stand up for him. The only reason he never felt alone in that place was because of Leola, she was the one who gave him the strength and confidence to live on.

But Singto found himself losing all the inspiration he had when Leola was admitted to the hospital when she was spotted with a seizure. And things went downhill from there.

It's a memory Singto never wanted to look back on, he had given Leola a promise that he'll move on. But now that the time has come it was hard.

He was alone now, all these years he had a hope that even if everyone left him and bullied him for who he's, Leola will be there for him. And that thought alone gave him strength.

But now, the only hope he had was taken away from him and he was feeling helpless.

Singto found himself at the garden near the orphanage he lived in, at his favourite spot. It was a place he made beautiful memories with Leola. This was the place where he could smile and laugh, and speak out his thoughts without the fear of others judging him.