Mike Jones

She couldn't believe what was in front of her and the voice that made her raised her head looking for the source. All the memories came rushing in and the emotions she felt. She didn't even have the time to grief over him. No, she grieved because he died because no one returned alive when he was labelled as a traitor. Even if the claim was a frame, the person would never escape the punishment.

"Won't you talk to me?"

"I just don't know what to say."

As soon as he sat next to her, she shivered and peered around, unwilling to meet his gaze. She wanted to apologize but her lips refused to move. Instead, tears ran down her face, pouring endlessly. Her hands didn't move or even try to wipe those drops. She deserved everything that happened to her. The counsellor said something about indirectly killing him. It might be the truth. No, it had to be the truth.