I remembered that night. Haunting me up until now. I loved my parents and my fiancé. But all of them left me.
*FLASHBACK*
"If you didn't give in to temptation! Our family would still be fine!", Mom yelled.
I was used to their constant arguing.
"Don't blame me about you're son! It just naturally happened that he grew in a freaking fallopian tube!", Dad shot back.
They were arguing today because of my supposedly younger brother. But Mom had an ectopic pregnancy.
Sometimes I wished that I was the one who was took away from this world. So they're argues are inaudible.
Mom started walking towards our room and slammed the door close.
Daddy's tears started flowing. I knew he was suppressing them. My eyes, too, started crystallising.
"F*ck!", he cursed. They were right that tears were rebellious. Dad thought to him self.
Then I heard Mom swore that she would never let herself forget. Forget that behind all the joy. There is always pain.
And that was the day that I promised, I would never sing of love if does not exist.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
