Death • 死

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- I didn't ask you, why did you come here?

- Oh! I wanted to see how are you. You know... there are rumors of you begin the son of that murderer, that killed his wife. Did you know that?

- Your sister died. And... I think you know my dad very well, don't you think that, aunt?

- Did I have a sister? I don't think so.

He smiled at her words. She is still the same aunt. Indifferent about her family.

- Didn't you have an affair with my dad? he said while playing with his pen on the desk.

- What?

- It was like, hm, six years ago? With four hours before my mother died?

- Christopher! his aunt screamed while she got up from the chair.

She didn't like the conversation.

- You didn't come here just to see how I am. You want the company for your son. Do I need to remember you that the company was owned by my mother and not you? I understand now why my grandfather didn't choose you. You are unworthy. Spending time with different men. If I was your son I would be embarrassed.

He was slapped.

- How dare you talk like this with your aunt?!

- How dare you to come at me with an absolute absurd excuse after so many years?

She left.

He sat down.

- Christopher! was heard from the door of his office, it was his wife. Beautiful as always, her brown eyes, her brunette hair, and her sweet voice made him fall madly in love. She walked slowly to him. What happened? She seemed angry... She said to him while putting her hands on his shoulders.

- She thinks she is my family after all she did, he said looking again at the big wall that was made from glass.

- These two can take their hands and fly away from you.

He smiled and hugged her. She made him so happy, even if it wasn't funny.

After some days, he got a letter from his dad telling him to go and see him just for once. A letter which the word sorry was everywhere. In every single sentence.

He threw it away. He knows the impact of meeting him again. The hot blood driving crazy in his body. The anxiety flying in his veins. The thoughts that are not going to stop so easily. He hates that. He hates him.

The light from the lighter bewitched him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his mind swimming in a thousand thoughts.

- Spaghetti? she asked him with a small and sweet smile on her small face.

He gets up and goes into the kitchen ready to eat. She asked and asked. No answers. Too many thoughts. Too much to say. Too much to hide.

- Chris! she said looking worried at him.

- What? he said looking into her eyes.

- I know you are going to say that you are fine even if you are not. But I want the truth right now. Are you alright?

- Athena... I... small tears began to appear in his brown eyes.

She seeing that he bursts into tears, she went to hug him.

Tears over tears. Telling that he don't know how to react or what to do. The fact that the wish of vanish from this hell started to become a good idea was scaring her.

- Don't say that... I don't want to lose you. She said to him, hugging him.

That is right. To dissappear while you have such a good person beside you wasn't a good thought.

- Thank you, for everything. He says while kissing her forehead. I love you! Let's eat. This is such a good food made by my wife.

- What about the rest of the food that I cook? It's not good?

- Huh? Oh-

She laughed. He laughed.

Early in the morning, he was already in his office. Talking at his phone.

- No. I just want him to leave me alone. The thoughts and nightmares I have just because of him... I want to confront him.

- ...

- Yes. Thank you very much. I'm going to do a favor for you too. Thank you again. He said and hang up. Oh, you were there? He asked the person who was in front of him.

- Sorry I didn't knock at your door...

- Babe, it's alright.

- Who was the... person?

- Oh... hm, my secretary. I asked him if he can do some files so I can go and meet my father.

- You want to meet your father?

- Yes. I want to confront him. I had enough.

- I'm happy to hear that.

- Thank you. He said smiling.

He was watering the flowers. The beautiful and red flowers that were in the light of the sun that went through the windows from his office.

- You are really in love with those flowers. Said his wife.

- Did you know that these flowers represent feminine beauty, love and passion?

- Oh, really? What is their name?

- Red spider lily. This flower is a death flower.

- What?

- This flower can make people die. Or any creature that eats them. But this flower can be also used for medicine.

- Wow. That is an amazing flower. And it's beautiful too.

- I know.