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Chapter 02 | The Proposition (1)

The Proposition

— Three Months Ago —

The soil beneath your feet was still wet from the rain that had fallen throughout the night. The sun was still grey and dim, as if the sky itself was mourning. At least the weather had chosen to ease down not long before the ceremony started, as if the universe was giving people the opportunity to leave their homes and gather in this place to give their final respect.

The last goodbye.

Your chest felt tight as you sat between your Mother and some other family members who had come to show their support. Yet you barely paid them any mind, keeping your eyes locked forward instead, stuck to one place. Just like how your mind refused to believe that this was real. That you were not stuck in a bad dream you couldn't wake up from. That a huge part of your life, your future, was now out of reach, and his whole presence which used to be larger than life, your entire universe, had been reduced to nothing more but the size of a wooden casket.

At least the thing was crafted beautifully.

The chest was made of refined wood, one of the most luxurious ones you could find. Finished in a glimmering black paint, it looked like a gem under the dim sunlight instead of drowned in a sea of black formed by the mourning guests circling around it.