AZRAEL

CHAPTER 1: THE START OF EVERYTHING

"Each smile that you make touches my heart

The thoughts of you linger in me,

As I close my eyes because I don't want to see you go

Asking myself, How can you hurt me so?

The laughter and kisses that we shared

It is now shattered into pieces

How could you do this to me?

You left me nothing but my insanity."

I closed my notebook and put my pen down. I looked around at my last glance for the home that had sheltered me for nineteen years because, by tomorrow, I needed to move with nothing but my dad and myself. I stood up to get the last brandy inside my fridge and poured it into my glass. I sat on the couch, and I closed my eyes, still thinking about the good times that I had to make me hold on to what was left in me, but what is left with me, by the way? I lost my wife, and she took the business I worked on with blood and sweat for almost twenty years. She left me nothing, and I don't know where to start because I feel so down now. I kicked the table, and her photo frame accidentally fell, and the glass shattered into pieces on the floor. I looked at it to see the woman I trusted most. She cheated on me and left me with nothing but pain and an empty pocket.

"Hahahaha!" I laughed aloud like crazy because the bitch that I loved and built my life is now the bitch who ruined it. WHO RUINED EVERYTHING? I gave everything to her, including my life.

I threw the glass I held at the wall and heard it break and shatter into pieces. The pain I am feeling right now is more than broken glass, and it is nothing. I cannot glue it. I cannot stick it back, and it kills me right now. All I have right now is a miserable life. I shake my head every time I remember what happened to me. I am full of pain and regrets and don't know where to start. I can't even think because the pain and anger I feel right in my heart are louder than my brain is telling me.

"Are you alright, son?" My dad asked while peeling the banana he had bought at the market. I didn't answer because I didn't want to tell him about what had happened. I don't want him to know how depressed and frustrated I am now. I don't want to ruin his happy and quiet life. I don't want him to worry about me.

My dad is blind, and he can't walk properly. He is already eighty-four years old and starting right now. I know I will rely on him to make me go on with my life even though I don't know where to start. Oh, wait! I know. I will start from scratch. I will start from zero, and that is the hardest part. I am lower than rock bottom. I saw my dad walking to his room, and he stepped on the broken glass that shattered on the floor. That is why I stood up and went to him and asked him if he was okay, but he just smiled at me and told me,

That he was okay and the broken glass he stepped on was nothing to him. "I hope you are okay with letting me go, " the word that he whispered to me echoed in my ear. The broken glass didn't hurt him or wound his feet. I watched him go upstairs and close his door. I don't know what he means about letting him go. I know he is already old and weak, but I am willing to take good care of him. He is all I have now; I don't want to let him go. I am so proud of my dad; I have loved him so much since I was a child. He is the only one that I got. Before that bitch entered my life. I grew up without a mother beside me. That is why it is hard for me just to set him aside. I cannot dare to put him in-home care for the elderly. Of course not. That is out of my option. When I was a kid and never gave up on me. Even though I know life is hard for him to have me without a mother. That is why I want to do the same for him. I sat back on the couch, and the brandy had already kicked in. I started reminiscing about when I was with the bitch. My ex-wife is nowhere to be found after she crushed my life and stole my P48,800,000. Now she is happy with the bastard that she is with right now. I wish them all the bad luck and karma she did to me. I laughed again to stop my tears from falling. Of course, that bitch wasn't worth any tears from me. I know I can still go on with my life without her, without the P48,800,000 gone in the wind suddenly. I still got my dad, which matters, even though I don't know how to support his needs. He needs medication. He needs proper and healthy foods, and he needs vitamins. I took a deep breath because my head was aching, thinking about how to have those. Now that I am poorer than a rat. The happiness that I shared with my ex-wife is now turned into sadness. I remember how we took our vows twenty-five years ago. I thought she was the right one for me because she was there when I was nothing. I trusted her, and I was wrong about that. Now she is the one who makes me nothing and ruins my trust and makes me hate everything.