GABRIEL’s P.O.V.
After I came home, I decided to take a bottle of liquor from the cellar before drinking alone. It was past midnight when my Mom came home, wondering where I am.
“Gabriel? I am home now, son,” she called out. “Where are you?”
“I am here, Mom...” I stated, almost whispering for I’m already intoxicated by the alcohol in my drink.
“Gab... Oh, God. What are you doing here? Why are you drinking alone?” She ran towards me, a worried expression is plastered upon her face.
“I don’t know... Maybe I was just...” I chuckled, before secretly wiping away the tears in my cheeks.
“What happened, son? Are you alright? Is there a problem?” she asked me.
“Erevell...” I trailed off, hesitating to tell her the truth.
“What about her? What happened? Is she alright?”
“She have cancer, Mom... Lung cancer,” I admitted, and she gasped in shock.
“What?! Since when? When did you find out?” she asked me.