The bleakness of this place can't be overemphasized. Michael had already been buried in such a place forever, while Jacob himself had no idea what would happen in the future.
The current life was totally different from his previous plan. But most people were still wondering what was going on.
Jacob also didn't know what was going on, which was undoubted.
"For a long time, I felt that losing my mother was a very unfortunate thing. Everyone else had their mothers except me. At that time, I thought the most unfortunate thing in the world was losing my mom. But today I finally find out that it is nothing compared to you."
Jacob looked at the bottle. The dense words on it looked blurred.
Jacob wiped his tears so that he could see clear.
"I always feel that I'm too late. Dad, I still like to call you dad. In my mind, you are the unique existence, and James is another one. I have different feelings for you two."
Jacob said in a more and more serious way. He sat up straight and even put his hands on the knees.
"Just as he said, you spent the rest of your life forgiving, he spent the rest of his life atoning for his sins, and I need to spend the rest of my life recalling. We are different, but we are all the same."
After saying that, Jacob raised his hand to support his face. He looked haggard, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
He repeated James's words in order to let Michael know the regret in James's words.
In fact, Michael didn't hate James.
After all, Michael had also done such a thing as snatching others' beloved. That was the same reason, the same pain.
One choice caused every step afterwards being unforgivable. Everyone who made that choice had to pay for the mistake.
Of course, some people had to bear more, but it was normal. However, some people chose to escape, while some chose to face it.
Facing a person was like facing this world. Sometimes, the terrible thing was not this world, but the person we were about to face.
If Michael was still alive, Jacob probably couldn't accept this fact. However, Jacob had no choice but to accept the fact in that Michael had passed away.
It was not that easy to give much more than gain.
"If you are still alive, I won't know how to say that. Although it's not a good thing, I still don't dare to face you."
Speaking of this, Jacob looked up at Michael's tombstone again. There were no other words on it, no cause of death and even no epitaph.
But that was what Michael requested. He said they only needed to write his name on the tombstone, and nothing else.
Although it looked very simple, Jacob knew that this was Michael's biggest wish.
He came to this world with nothing, left with nothing, and just say goodbye to this mortal world.
Jacob reached out to touch the words on the tombstone.
"Dad, the men I admire most in my life are you and James. I hope you can make up. Let bygones be bygones. Maybe I will bring James to see you here one day, although I don't know if he will come back or not."
Jacob looked at the tombstone affectionately. It was rare for him to express his true feelings, but Jacob knew that he had to value this chance for it might be the last time he talked about it this way.
"I originally thought James might give me some advice after I left the company. But he was tired. Now he has gone to pursue his own freedom of life. I sincerely wish him the best."
Jacob poured another glass of liquor and held it in his hand. The white chrysanthemum in front of him seemed a little dazzling.
He didn't expect that he would talk to Michael in this way before.
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