CHAPTER 38: Moving Forward

I sat on the couch, staring at the lampshade that I turned on the moment I came inside the living room a couple of minutes ago.

Or hours. I don’t know.

The moment I ran away, the first thing that came to mind when I thought of a safe place was our house. My Dad and mine’s house.

I intended to come here under different circumstances. Under circumstances that I wasn’t feeling this bad about some other things that have nothing to do with Dad nor my past life.

I wanted to come here, dedicating all my mind and heart for whatever I’d feel or experience once I come back after years. But here I am, coming here on a whim.

When I stepped inside the house, I thought I was going to be scared, being the first time to get back here after everything. That I’d remember every vivid memory of the last day I was here. But all I remember were the happy memories I had here with my Dad.

After all that’s happened, I didn’t even expect I’d think of this house as a ‘safe’ place anymore. But as soon as I cam