Klaus

The birds were chirping, singing a melodic song which only made my heart feel miserable as if they were also singing in pain. I sat in the armchair beside the window and stared at the trees of our backyard garden which my mother adored. She was enamored of the gardens and flowers.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t realize it when my mother came into my room. When her hand caressed my shoulder, I felt her presence in my room. 

“You look handsome as always,” she fidgeted with my tie before meeting my gaze. “I know that you’re going to hate me forever but Amber...