I felt an overwhelming surge of emotions as I heard the click of the locker. With anticipation coursing through my veins, I opened it wide and carefully sifted through my late father's belongings. Among the various files, I discovered a collection of photographs showcasing the radiant beauty of my dearly departed mother. Attached to his journal, I couldn't help but be consumed by curiosity, prompting me to flip the pages and delve into his innermost thoughts.
To my astonishment, I realized that my father had been harboring immense pain and sorrow. His journal entries were filled with heartfelt declarations of love to my mother, each page adorned with the words "I love you," as if he believed she could somehow perceive his sentiments from beyond the grave. However, one particular passage struck me deeply, resonating with a sense of unresolved vengeance. "They took you from me. I will make them pay," he had written.
My confusion urged me to seek reassurance from Jake, who stood before me, mirroring my bewilderment. "They took her," I gasped, struggling to fathom the implications of my father's cryptic words. "What does this mean?"
Jake, taken aback, gently retrieved the journal from my trembling hands. As she skimmed through the pages, confusion etched itself across her face before she returned her gaze to me. "I thought your mother died from her illness," she uttered, her voice tinged with skepticism.
I stared back at Jake, my mind reeling with the weight of this revelation. "My father always told me that my mother passed away due to cancer," I replied, unable to process the notion that both of my parents had been victims of foul play. Their souls, it seemed, were not at rest.
Driven by an insatiable desire for answers, I began to examine the contents of the files I had discovered. The name "Chan" caught my attention, as it had been extensively mentioned within my father's journal. "Why can't I find anything about you, Chan?" my father had desperately questioned. It was evident that he had long been fixated on uncovering the truth surrounding this elusive figure.
Searching through the files meticulously, I scoured the pages for any shred of evidence, desperately piecing together fragments of my parents' lives. Yet, the nature of Chan's occupation remained undisclosed, shrouded in ambiguity. Even their age remained elusive. However, a glimmer of hope emerged as I stumbled upon an address.
"Why did he have Chan's address?" I murmured aloud, my thoughts racing to comprehend the significance of this revelation. Could this address hold the key to unraveling the mysteries surrounding my parents' untimely demise?
Chan's POV
The memories of that fateful day still haunt me, replaying in my mind like a never-ending nightmare. How could I have allowed myself to succumb to such darkness? He was my best friend, my confidant, the person I trusted more than anyone else. But in a moment of blind rage and overwhelming grief, I took his life.
Growing up together in the same neighborhood, we were inseparable. We shared laughter, tears, and dreams of a better future. Our bond was unbreakable, or so I thought. Until that tragic day when everything changed.
It was a cold winter evening when the news of my mother's murder reached my ears. The shock was unbearable, the pain indescribable. And as I stood there, staring at her lifeless body, all I could feel was an overwhelming sense of anger.
How could he have taken away the only person who had shown him kindness when he had nowhere else to go? The woman who had opened her heart and home to him when he was lost and alone.
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The grief consumed me, turning my heart into a vessel of vengeance. Every waking moment was spent plotting and planning, fueled by a desire for justice and retribution. I had to make him pay for what he had done, for tearing apart my world and leaving me with nothing but a void.
My mind can't accept it. Above that, he dares to face me. What an asshole. I was wrong to trust this motherfucker, but now this will be his ending.
The moonlight cast eerie shadows as our eyes locked, both filled with pain and anger. There were no words spoken, only the deafening silence of our shattered friendship. And in that moment, I made a choice that would forever change the course of our lives.
As I raised the weapon in my hand, my heart wrenched with conflicting emotions. The weight of the act I was about to commit pressed heavily upon me. But in that split second, the memories of my mother's lifeless body flooded my mind, erasing any trace of doubt.
The sound of the gunshot echoed through the night, shattering the silence and sealing our fate. His lifeless body fell to the ground, a mirror image of the pain and loss I had felt. The deed was done, and I was left standing there, a murderer.
