Chapter 21- KILL

(KILL - Love sprouts beautifully when force looks fatal from the naked eye.)

“Is it time again? You usually contact difficult customers during this time of the year. “said grandma with a concerned look on her face. James then sighed slightly and with a small chuckle he said, “Its spring again. Do you know why I have never liked this season?” and with a small step towards James, grandma tapped his right shoulder and said, “Grief is also a part of living James. You won’t be able to move on from the past if you keep living in it.”

There are two types of memories in this world; one you cannot help but forget, and one which you cannot seem to remember.

When grandma left James’s side, he was seating in a room which had nothing in it. The color of the room was violet, and there was total silence throughout the room. James looked to be swallowed by his thoughts, so much that he laid down on the ground for a few minutes in order to feel better.