Life Goes On

Prologue

Simply some of our choices can destroy us completely, sometimes we don't even see a storm coming our way but it completely destroys us in matter of a few moments. It completely shatters our life.

If only... I would've been more careful about the choices i made, if only I would've been more responsible; he would have been alive. I wish I wasn't this reckless and stubborn for not listening to my parents, he would've been alive right now, not lying cold and lifeless in a grave, left with remains of what once was his body.

Watching all these people coming pretending to share our grief feels like a torture. They say it wasn't my fault but this heaviness that i feel in my heart makes me wish that i was the one who was lying there in cold soil without any movement instead of him. That would've been better. It is would've been better than living under a huge mountain of regret and grief for the rest of my life.

I just hate it when people show sympathy towards someone who's dead though they didn't even know that person when they were alive. Probably they never even talked but on funerals they just come by and tell their families how good they were but in reality they didn't even appreciate their presence. I just hate this whole idea of it because people only show their fake emotions towards the dead.

As i sit here watching all these people coming and offering their sorrowful words to my family telling us that how sorry they were but the truth is that it just doesn't even matter to them because from tomorrow onwards they would just forget it all and they would be busy with there lives so does it even matter to offer all these meaningless words. I couldn't take it anymore so i just stood up and rushed outside, pushing all these people away. Into a small forest that is located behind our house.

I walked into the forest, I noticed even the sky today is colorless with grey clouds that can start raining any moment. Further into the forest is a stream by which my brother and i used to play sometimes when we were kids, we even had picnics there on Sundays with our family. I sat on broken tree trunk near the stream. As tears rolled down my cheeks as i recall the worst day of my life, when he was taken away from us just because of my one stupid mistake.