FIRA’S POV
My knee was trembling as I slowly walked inside the Morgue. They explained that this was a room for dead bodies. My oxygen was in my mouth. Only that thing that supports me. I sniffed when I gradually took the distance between us. Ember was on my side, she was hiding her face on my patient gown. The tears never left me, it got worsened when I saw his face.
"Dad…" The liquid from my eyes dropped on the peak of his nose. I almost collapsed in over pain that living inside my chest. "Ahhh! Why did you leave us! Why!" I shook his shoulder. "Open your eyes! No, please!"
The day my mother died popped inside my head. I could not do anything to save her. That was the same when my father died. I thought taking training could protect my family. I thought being the strongest would change the world.
No, I’m the same as the old me.