ROSE

32. Sorrow

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"We're here for Ben Adams." Anthony said to the reception as I looked around the place. It looked so depressing, so dark and the happiness is lacking from the colours of the lights used.

It looked like a hospital mixed with a prison and I didn't enjoy standing on this floor but I wanted to meet the man who turned all his life for loosing a kid. I was in noway blaming him because, even just thinking about loosing one of my kids that I don't even have brings sadness to me. The only thing he had wrong was the lack of thinking about the rest of his family, Anthony, Ayden or even their mother. He chose the easy and fast way to ease pain and that bought even more pain to his life so a way longer time.

Humans make mistakes, I'm sure of that and we're all weak, we're all risked to face problems and pain like that and even much more darker than that. The best way to deal with it is to stand up again and keep walking. Life is our enemy. It puts in front of us bumps on the road to get us to trip and fall then it stands back and laughs at us but we have to be stronger, ready for any challenges, as soon as we fall, we get back on our feet and instead of letting life laugh at us, we should be the one laughing in its face, hanging our tongues out and teasing it for not breaking down.

We all have our weakness and life chose to take away something Ben always wanted. That made it easier for him to fall and give up but when he decided to get back up on his feet, it was too late. He was already held back.

"Rose," Anthony's hand laid on my shoulder so I looked back at him with a smile. I nodded and licked my lips, understanding everything.

"I just have one question before we go in," I started, gulping, not sure if it was the right time to ask him that.

"Ask it away." He smiled and I gave him a warm one in return.

"When you disappeared for days, were you here?" I finally asked the question I wanted to ask since he explained everything in the car but I kept pushing it away, making myself believe that it was not the right time or the place to talk about that.

He smiled and looked down at me, as if he liked my question or was surprised I asked it.

He nodded. "Yes." I smiled. "When I feel down, I come here to change my mind, shut my phone to be able to give all my time to my dad, plus when I'm around him, I'm not allowed to have my phone because we have to leave it to this woman right here." He whispered the last part as if he was telling me to do what he has to do but without wanting me to know. "When I came here last time and couldn't talk to you was because my dad was having a hard time with...you know, his recovery so I stayed with him just one day."

"Anthony, I understand your dad." I said, pushing his chin up to let his eyes back up. I was never used to see him weak or ashamed and seeing that side of him brings my heart to my knees. When our eyes met, I nodded, proving what I just said. "Your father got weak and I don't blame him. Loosing a kid is not easy at all, and he lost the girl he always wanted." I shrugged. "You shouldn't be ashamed of anything in your life, specially your family."

"I'm not. I just feel like people will look at my dad differently. I don't care about me and I'm not ashamed at all of what people will say about me but if my father's death appeared fake, our lives, my whole family and I, will change a lot." He nodded. "My mother is a businesswoman, which makes the case really sensitive having an addicted husband who's in a center to get clean from his addiction. She will hate my dad and I don't want that at all." He confessed more.

"Don't worry. I promise you that no one at all will know." I promised and was truly serious about it. I could never tell anyone anything like this.