I've witnessed the burial of three people in my life, fast mum then Ms Smith and my father. If my father had died two years ago,I wouldn't have worried nor shed a tear but after his confession and our two weeks of knowing each other, it hurt really bad to lose him.
I'd surely miss our trips to the zoo, Paris but the empire of my father had come to an end.
He died yesterday, a Tuesday morning and I in his arms. I was there when he had his last breath. I'd never imagined him having a good side but putting the alcohol aside, my mother had a good reason to stay by his side. He was adorable.
If only God had given me the opportunity to feel his love for a longer period of time.
"May your soul rest in peace,father. You died loved," I confess my last words as he was being immersed underground.
Then I fall into Alex's embrace, tears flooding down my eyes.
He rubs circles on my back, my life was covered by so many scenarios and drama. But I had to live with it now that I still had my boyfriend and adoptive father by my side.
Then something catches my eye.
I star, blinking. Am I hallucinating. Pulling away from Alex, I run to the only person who sweeps me off my feet.
Alex Mahole.
Safe and sound in flesh.
His my anchor.
"Alec!!!" I scream running into his arms.
"My love!" he too feels shell shocked.
"I love you Alec Mahole."
"Alex is the killer of your mother, Melinda Monde."
THE END
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