"...What are you doing, Mr. Aaron?" I asked, watching him slowly pointing the gun he was holding at the side of his head.
He then turned his face at me. Crying silently as he was readying to pull the trigger.
"What are you doing, Mr. Aaron?" I repeated.
"Jacob...?" he muttered as he stared at me, his face petrified. He lost the grip of the gun, dropping it to the ground.
"...?"
Though I don't know who this 'Jacob' is, I've heard that name several times now.
"J-Jacob...?" he stuttered as he stood up slowly, staring at me with that same expression.
"...Unfortunately, I'm not."
"..." Ignoring what I said, he walked toward me while repeating the name 'Jacob' over and over again.
"I think you should stop drinking, Mr. -"
The moment he got close to me, he embraced me tightly and interrupted. "I've missed you... Please come back...." he mumbled in a soft low tone, crying into my arms quietly.
"Mr. Aaron, as I said," I pointed out, "I'm not this Jacob you're looking for."
"...!" he jolted and paused. After a few seconds, he then pushed me, glaring at me with his bloodshot eyes.
"...What's the matter, Mr. -"
He grabbed the collar of my shirt, lifting me slightly with his strength. In a swift motion, he raised his right fist clenched up as if he was planning to punch me. "Where is he...!" he growled, staring at me intently with his dagger-like eyes.
Though I can't understand what he was saying, "I... don't know," I still answered.
With his frail-looking arms, he tried pushing me with what seemed to be his full strength.
"...?"
...I didn't budge a little bit. I can't even feel myself moving from my current position as I watch him catch his breath each time he tried. After some time, he stopped. "Why...?" he sobbed, staring at the ground.
"Are you all right now, Mr. Aaron...?" I asked.
He ignored me and flounced inside his room. Standing outside just a step away from the doorstep, I watched him flip all his furniture inside, leaving nothing unturned. "Where's Jacob?! Where's my son?!" he shrieked as his voice started crackling. "Bring him back to me! Do I deserve this...?!"
"..."
Judging from what I hear from him, it seems that this 'Jacob' is probably not here anymore - Dead perhaps. If so, how does crying like that going to help with the situation? It's not like the dead will be brought back with just tears alone. In the first place, there is nothing anyone can do about it.
What is inevitable, remains inevitable.
What's not there, remains not there.
No one can bring back something that isn't there anymore.
That's how I see it, at the least...
"..."
Mr. Aaron, I don't understand him...
After him yelling for minutes and so, he seemed to get tired and kneeled on the ground with both of his knees. "Please, give him back..." he continued to mumble in his hoarse voice. "I beg you..."
I went inside and walked toward him. "Are you ok?" Standing in front of him, I asked.
"..." He didn't give me a reply as he continued to stare at the ceiling while kneeling.
