Part 18

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Denver's pov

I just left Monica alone for a few hours to rest. This is so tensed man, and we still have weeks ahead us. The days are long, it seems like a century.

Sometimes it feels like we will never be able to leave this place. I was so down to do the heist at first, but now i'm not sure if this is the place i really want to be.

I sat down on the couch at the main office to smoke a ciggarette. I haven't sleep for two days or so. I miss my home. I miss my son.

I took a photo from my pocket. It's me and Paulo, on the first day that we met. How could i forget this day?. It was the best of all.

I really do miss you little man.

I put the photo back in my pocket, but i felt something else inside of it.

Oh crap.

My wedding ring.

I took a glimpse of the small circle i was holding. I took it with me the day we were leaving the house, to arrive here for the first day of our heist.

I haven't wear it in months though. I don't know why i took it off. I was just mad, hurt.

I kept on staring. Her name is written inside of the circle.

Ah, damn it Indonesia.

"Just by staring at it, things won't change" i heard a voice from behind me.

"Hey dad, how are you feeling?" i stood up, to check up on him. I was so worried about what he almost did and i know that this was my fault. I should have told him that earlier.

"I am fine, don't worry about me. What are you doing here?" my father asked me. He wanted to comfort me and that's when i understand how much i missed our conversations.

"Well just, sitting, thinking. A compination of both maybe" i said and we laughed.

"I saw you holding your wedding ring. I thought that you didn't have it with you."

"Um i took it before we came here, i just looked at the photo of Paulo and it was inside of my pocket too so, yeah"

"Can i see the photo?" he asked me and i nodded at him. I took it from my pocket and gave it to him.

"I will never forget this day. He was so tiny remember? We didn't know how to hold him properly." he said to me and smiled looking at his grandson.

I sighed.

"I was reborn this day Denver, i figured out something new in me"

"Yes dad, me too" i said and he gave me back the photo. I looked at it one more time and put it back in my pocket.

"He must be so grown up now, like a big boy. I just, i would give everything just to see him for one more time you know"

"Yeah me too, but please dad just stop, please stop doing this."

"Why son? This is what  keeps us  going on , that's why we came here the three of us. I want to remember him, i want to remember every memory i had with him. And trust me we still have so more to  come. There is always a purpose in life Denver. The thing is to understand what's yours. I know mine. Indonesia knows hers, do you know yours?" he asked me.

"Everything happens for a reason, and trust me i don't remember your life before you find her. She gave you Paulo and herself too. She will always be thankful and so should you. You love her Denver. You love her more than anything in this world. It's just sometimes you are so ready to be with her again, and others you don't let yourself be free because you believe that if you will do this, you will lost Paulo again because of her. But son, don't you ever forget, she lost him too and she lost you too. She didn't have the best family, but so did you."

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