Be Your Own Spring novel Chapter 81

As soon as the words left his mouth, he instantly hugged me.

I hugged him back but froze realizing what he said.

"Dad?" I whispered.

Once we reached home, he didn't give me any time and just held my hand tightly and walked upstairs. To the locked room.

"Kezr....that's-"

"Seven years, Rozella. Seven years that he's gone." His voice came out shaky and hoarse.

He walked upto me and burried his face in my neck, hugging me tightly. I kissed his hand stroking it with my finger.

He released me from the hug and opened the door.

He didn't go in. He just stood there. At the enterance, looking at his feet.

I looked around and I couldn't belive my eyes.

Depressing quotes, black and white sketches, black walls, black curtains, black table, black chair was surrounding the room.

The only bright thing in the room was a white canvas placed on the canvas stand.

The whole room vibed of darkness, depression.

I read what the quotes say.

"They leave."

"Death"

"Who am I?"

"Alone in one trillion people."

"Fucked up life."

I read these all and they gathered tears in my eyes, but what made me gasp and cover my mouth was a quote hung up on the wall almost falling, had a crack on it's glass frame.

"What if I end it all?"

"K-Kezr" I looked at him to see his eyes red, his jaw clenched, his hair messy, he looked nothing like how my Kezr would.

My Kezr is happy, smiling, begging for my kisses, not having red eyes and disheveled expressions.

He didn't answer and just went to the painting which had a faceless man covering his ears.

I was confused at his point, nothing made sense. Is he talking about Elijah?

It doesn't seem so.

"On my 18th birthday, he forgot me. I came home from work only to find him shouting at the guards to take the 'intruder' away. The doctors said he wasn't going to forget that easily but he had a brain tumor. And it was spreading fast........ On his death bed he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "Tell my son I love him" those were his last words to me. He couldn't recognize his son, the boy whom he once told he loved, I told him I love him too and he smiled at me sadly and passed a-away."

His voice was broken at the end. I didn't even know what was going on but I had tears cascading down my cheeks.

I can't imagine what a son might feel knowing his father doesn't recognize him.

The same man who helps you take your first step, to help you ride a bicycle, to be there for you, who owed to protect you.

He went to touch the sketch and backed away immediately, as if it had burnt him. He flinched at it's touch.

He turned around and came to me.

"He died.... Left me alone." He said barely above a whisper.

I blinked for a second, realizing my mistake instantly as the next thing I know, I heard a crash and saw the painting broken and Kezr's hand had blood oozing out from it.

"Kezr!" I rushed towards him but he stopped me with his hand.

"Trust me, I deserve it.... I mean... What kind of a son am I if I let my dad forget me-me?" I saw a tear rolling down his cheek, then another, then another.