Dandelions

29. It Won't Be

The sun is getting up to his throne, shining brightly but also increasingly giving hot heat that stings the skin.

12:00 coincides with the break, leading most pupils to the cafeteria to fill their stomachs, after a long period of study.

However, another thing with the golden sliced man who actually drooped limp in front of the sitting toilet. It felt like something in his stomach was trying to spit out, but he did not know what else he had to vomit. He felt his breakfast was in vain.

His cold hand trembled pressing the flush button. He could only breathe heavily. The dizziness that pulsated along the nerves in his head made him reluctant to move from the damp place. His body that seemed to run out of energy was against the orders of his brain. It felt like he had struggled with that sickening taste for quite a while.

His eyes closed for a moment. His memory remembers the footage of the incident that morning. Something in his body throbbed pain if he remembered it, a memory that wildly tore him apart.

More precisely. Her heart.

Ken clenched his hand load. Emotions regained control of her, making her hit the wall before her. The pain he ignored, it was better than the pain in his chest that he had felt since this morning.

Her brother's scream kept ringing in his brain, leaving a stinging he had never imagined. Ken's anger was caused by defending the Typhoon.

He hates..

So hateful...

He hates that man so much now, a parasite that has ruined his life. He doesn't think out. What happened during the week he left, to make his brother who always gave a cynical impression it became turned 180°. He thought hard, but his intelligent brain was unable to find the answer.

One question that until this moment still bothers him, 'What can make you forgive him?'

His eyes ached, his tears fell, but he did not know what to cry about. He could not breathe properly every time he remembered that sentence. All this made his chest feel tight. His lips tightly closed withstanding rough swearing as well as stuffing.

'Forgive her? The truth is, he made father and mother

died. He destroyed my family. He's the one who made Brother Hali yell at me. How can I...?'

He screamed in frustration, pulling his black hair. He can't, at any time, accept that person.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

DEG...

He was shocked when someone suddenly knocked on his toilet cubicle. He forgot he was still in the school toilet. His screams must have attracted the attention of people out there. But not so he thought.

Right now, we are focused on gathering energy. Really, he barely had the strength to get up. He was almost unsteady because his feet could not support the weight of his own body

"Ah, it's Ken!" the man said as soon as the door opened. The young man is certainly no stranger to Ken, he is a person who is quite close to his family, his second brother's best friend, as well as a person who often helps him in OSIS. Arga.

His forehead seemed wrinkled, he gave a probing look, his netra trying to find the thing Ken tried to hide behind the look on the young man's face. It was obvious that someone would not scream like that for no reason.

"You okay? Your face is pale, are you sick?" the question represented his anxiety when he found his best friend's sister was like a hospital patient. Pale, lethargic and looks tired.

"I'm fine, no need to worry. I'm just a little tired." Ken tries to divert.

But unfortunately that lie doesn't apply to Arga. "Okay how? You're really pale Ken..."

Ken was silent, his steps were about to take him by while gently patting Arga's shoulder. But a second later he fell, his body crashed following gravity. His vision was blurred, and black became the one color he could see. The last he remembered was just the figure of Arga who was shrieking while continuing to call out his name.

On the verge of his consciousness, it was somehow the silhouette of Typhoon that appeared in his eyes. Without realizing it, her tears fell from her perfectly closed eyelids.

'Can't, I can't forgive him'

TB