White feathers!

"So your real name is Dyani?" Isabella asked him. They were currently sitting in a small restaurant. Isabella suggested to sit somewhere and have a talk so that he can feel better.

"Yes but I have forgotten it long ago, it only brings back painful memories." He replied while moving his finger on the rim of the glass in front of him. 

He looked different from the broken vulnerable kid who escaped with his grandfather that day. The pain never really goes away, people learn to live with it and that's what he did. He learned to live but he didn't know if he was living or just existing. Time was about to give him the answer more like about to make him find the answer. 

"I am really sorry about your parents, I am sure they must be in a better place." Isabella put her hand on his hand which was resting on the table and she didn't feel the burning sensation this time. She let out a sigh of relief and pressed his hand gently.