The ride to the restaurant was quiet, save for the low hum of the car's engine. Lukan sat beside me, his hand confidently gripping the wheel, his jaw set as if he was wrestling with some unspoken thoughts.

There was so many things he wanted to say and I had things to say too but the silence was better

The air was thick and carried the weight of the funeral and and the memory of Lemuel's haunted eye, the memories kept comings even though I try to push it back.

I felt so sad for him, he had lost someone close to him even though the love they had wasn't...