We never know (snowfall change)

Chapter-22 (part 2)

I wore a black hoodie, jeans and a pair of black shoes, with my fresh cut hair on my shoulders. I've always waited for that day but as I  walked closer and closer to the room my feelings and my thoughts started to torment me and it felt like I'll suffocate to death.

My palms started to burn as I reached the door knob. 

"Do you need an emotional support?", Miles said putting his hand on my shoulder. "I could go in with you".

I turned around  and smiled at him, "It's not a big deal", I lied.

"It is", I heard him say.

Taking a deep breath I opened the door and walked in. Suddenly the room went so silent I started to hear my own blood flowing and my heart beating so fast it felt like it could rip my chest apart. The moment I laid my eyes  on him all the painful memories surfed back like a memory so fresh and I realized I still had the trauma.

He immediately stood up pushing his chair behind as he saw me, and his face portrait like his emotions, guilty and old.

I was shouting with tears inside me, all my emotions wanted to jump out of my body and ruin him but at the same time there was that nine years old kid in me who was still scared of that face.

There was a table and chairs for each and a police man at the corner of the room. I pulled a chair and took a seat and there he was, opposite to me, both hands chained, long mustache and a bold head, eye bags heavy, eyes weary, there he set, the man who killed my family, Mr Rajveer Khan.

"I. .. . . . ", he suddenly started to cry. "I'm sorry for everything".

"Why did you choose this way? Why did you choose to murder?", tears started to wash my face. "I know you were the same person who caused the accident that day, you killed my brother too!", I shouted and forcefully pulled myself up on my feet.

His head lowered, he couldn't hold the courage to look at me.

"Everyone still thinks that my brother's death was an accident but you and I know that it's not. Right?", I asked. "Right?", I asked again.

Mr Rajveer slowly walked beside me and crouched down before me, "I am ashamed for my actions, I was foolish, please forgive me, if you don't forgive me guilt will kill me everyday", he cried holding my feet with his chained hands.

"You deserve to be killed by your own guilt", I said and pulled my feet away from his grip.

He started to cry on the floor, holding his chest. I've never seen a man cry like that before, he truely was guilty.

"But you know what? I won't let you get what you deserve so. . . . . .  I forgive you", he slowly looked up at me, "But in one condition. I hope we never meet again. NEVER."

The weight of pain was getting heavier and heavier, I just wanted to pull out a gun and shoot right in the middle of his forehead but that was not what I was taught. I was never taught to avenge, I was taught to forgive so I forgave.

Step by step I started to walk away. "Levi!", he called me out.

I didn't turn back but stopped to listen to him.

"I am glad you were taught to forgive. I never learnt it. Thank you , thank you now I'll be able to die in peace. And one thing", he continued to cry, "You must have already known it but. . . . .  you know your father was a great man, he was the most hardworking and loyal man I've ever met in my entire life."

"I know", I said and ran out of the room because I was sinking to the ground and I would have drawn if I stayed there longer.

Within a moment Miles came and hugged me, I thought I'd die but instead it felt like the heaviest weight of my life was gone, I was set free from my hunting past and the trauma.

He kissed my forehead and combing my hair with his fingers he asked, "Are you alright?"

Wiping my tears I said, "Miles. All of the mysteries in my life are solved, now I can move on."

After a pause, "Are you sure you're not forgetting anything?", he asked.

Which made me think again. Am I forgetting anything important?

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