Damien stared at the casket of her mother and then at the couple hugging each other. There was a lump formed in his throat too.
His mother.. He had never liked her. But that did not mean that he did not love her.
"Lord Damien, do you want to say something about your mother?" asked a man when he shook his head and turned to leave.
"Damien.. Where are you going?" he heard Rafael calling him but he did not listen or wait as he crossed the ground and then started running. He was running so fast that he could hear his heartbeat on his throat.
How much time had passed. He finally stopped when he was not able to run anymore. He paused and leaned on a tree when his body gave up and he slumped on the ground.
The image of his mother scolding him, complaining to him but hugging him later and then explaining to him started to roam in front of his eyes and his heart turned heavy.
