At twenty two,
I heard your mom died in a car accident. And I heard you dropped out of your law school. Why did you drop out? Was it because your mother's death? Or was it because something else? You were a mess, you know. Your bloodshot red eyes were dead when you saw her coffin. I was at the funeral of course, but you didn't realise my presence there, did you?
I hoped you're alright, Evan.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
Short StoryAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
