Months passed and seasons changed. But the pain in Felix's heart didn't go away.
In the dim light, Felix sat on Holly's bed. He cupped his face as if it could hide his sorrow.
This was his routine activity. Every night he would visit Holly's room. The room had been renovated and was tidy again. But that only made Felix's memories of Holly even more vivid.
Felix rubbed his face while cursing softly. He cursed himself for not being able to keep Holly and his son until they had to hide.
"Stupid and useless," he muttered.
Felix gripped Holly's bed sheet so tightly that some of the sides were torn. Every day his anger overflowed. He wanted to be angry, very angry. But to whom?
"Arrrgg!!!" Felix growled as he threw her bed.
The bed that was supposed to be heavy, he threw against the wall with ease. He blindly kicked the table and chairs until they were thrown here and there.