Luke

February 14 - Valentines Day

February 14, 2018
Morning, Valentines Day

"Where were you last night?"

"Grace's"

"And you didn't ask my permission?"

"As if you'll mind and stop me, I know you won't! You just don't care about my whereabouts!"

Silence.

"Luke,"

"Stop dad, I know you're drunk last night that's why I decided to sleep over at Grace's"

"I'm not drunk last night." His voice is weary.

I paused. "But you're drunk the other night."

"I know I did a crap the other night but that does not mean I'll do it over and over again."

Silence, I want to open my mouth but I can't. My wrong. I judged him just because of that one thing he did.

"Son, I'm sorry. Todays Valentines and supposedly me and your mom will be having a fun time at the beach together with you, but I guess fate is cruel towards us."

Not a good excuse for being sorry for what he did. It's not fate, neither coincidence, it's reality, and we can't escape reality.

"I love your mom, she's the only girl left that is precious to me."

His voice cracked. He almost cried in front of me but he hold his tears. I remained silent.

"Anyways, I'm going to visit your mom at 10 this morning and I guess you don't have a class 'cause todays Valentines, would you come?"

"My History teacher doesn't believe in Valentines, so does my Philosophy teacher."

I left dad and went to my room. I cried.

- luke

February 14, 2018
Evening

More than half the students of this university are not wearing red. Though it's Valentines, we are still free to choose what we want to wear, anyways this is my life. I entered History class. Mr. Marquez  was feeling sorry for my loss. As if he cares, I'll be guessing that one month after this incident, he will be sending me to the dean's office again for not paying attention.
Mr. Marquez was deeply explaining the history of Valentine's Day. I listened as well as the other students though not some, the history was some kind of wierd but unfortunately I found it creepy.
That was what happened during History class. On the other side, our Philosophy teacher, Mr. Mendez was asking us about our stand on mutual relationships. Some were positive, obviously the ones wearing red, as if they're inlove, and some were negative and I'm one of them.

After that, I visited the cemetery. There were no signs of dad but on mom's grave was a flower and a letter. It was handmade, bet daddy was good at art. I stare at the letter,  later on I unfolded it and read it through. I found myself crying. I keep it inside my pocket and whispered to the wind again. Right then I went home.

- luke