Alexander's POV
It' been a month after what happened. It was a ruinous life scenario I ever encountered. Grief, sorrow, agony regret and sadness were the emotions I had this days. Everything was nothing to me. I was drinking liquors everynight and then to ease and cease the pain in my heart. I thought drowning myself from barrel of will save myself but everytime I woke I was sunken into a void of sad emotions.
I had done my best but my best was not good enough and it will never be enough. I was tired but I am fighting not for my my life but for my son Pilo Rios Haravejo.
He was my son not just in the papers but I was his father and he was my son by blood. Nine years ago when my mom was carrying a child at the living room. That time he was our unexpected guest and surprisingly unexpected the child was carried by mom has uncanny resemblance to my baby pictures. The baby was bona fide resembled me when I was a baby. I felt a strange feeling and I wanted to feel him in my hands.
When I carried the baby. Somethinf caught my attention, a red stitches connected with eacb other. 'Pilo Rios' I liked his name. Since then we filed a chidl adoptstion and named him
Pilo Rios De Valle.
We DNA checked Pilo and I because as Pilo grew up he was slowly becoming like me from physical features and to habits. And it turns out positive. I was ecstatic at that time but I was confused and question who was her mother. We tracked every CCTV device on the village but in every CCTV monitors her face was covered with plain black cap. I am still searching for her but I can't find her.
I was holding Pilo walking in a stone pathway. The day was cold dark and dreary and the wind was never weary. The grasses were healthy green as it can be seen everywhere here. The skies above were cloudy as my emotion was gloomy and in agony. I was holding Pilo's tiny hand while sauntering in the stone path.
As we go nearer the sadness I felt intensify as it stab my heart repeatedly. I stared at the marble slab.
I placed the bouquet of white orchids on the slab and lighted a candle near the slab.
"Why do you have to leave me?" I was crying dreadfuly facing on the marble slab. The tears were flowing down that made the engrave cursive name wet.
"Everything felt surreal and I was hoping that this was just a dream. I always forced my eyes toclosed just to wake up from this nightmare but I ended up crying because everything was real." I was so dissapointed at myself that why do people around me tend to leave.
"What's wrong with? Why do everyone I loved left me broken? Am I that bad? Do I deserve to be loved" I wailed with my clench fist as my heart clenched in pain. I was wailing so loud and wild when a small arms encircled me.
"Daddy don't cry. What happened daddy? Do you want me to punch them? I can defend you. Please stop crying daddy." Pilo said while crying too.
I gave Pilo a hug. "No matter what happen son. You will not feel what am I feeling right now" We parted our hug and stared at the marble slab.
Gregory V. De Valle
March 19, 1985 - April 28, 2001
"I'm so down right now. My wife was still ICU she's been comatose for a month. I can't bear to lose again someone I loved. I can't bear the pain again as I lost you." I cried as I shared my pain to someone I idolize the most, my older brother. He's a good brother to me. He always protected but have I protected him. I felt dissapointed to myself when I can't do anything to help him when he was fighting his life with lung cancer. I haven't done anything to help the person I idolize. When Gregory was dying all I did was to crying and the words that I keep for it was for keeps was his last word for me before he died.
'Your'e my best bro'
We stayed at the cemetery for an hour. The place was so silent until until it was break by a
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