HE WAS NOT DEAD.

“I’m sorry.’ glancing up at the person I knew who the person was.

I was dumbfounded.

In my whole life, never did I expect I was going to meet him again.

“Gerard.’ I whispered and his eyes widened, staring deeply at me.

“Is that really you?’

He questioned. “Who are you?!’

I grabbed his collar with rage, filling up and rushing through my veins. “Who am I? After all these years, you finally show up here? Tell me, why the fuck are you here?’ my eyes instantly filled with tears so much I was broken.

The sound of my voice, my gritted teeth could be heard, tears flowed down my cheeks.

All these years of enduring sufferings and going through hell broke me.

But he didn’t look bothered at all by my tears and stood still as if nothing was touching him.

Why was he so calm?

Gerard was alive? How come no one told me about him?

No, it can’t be.

I saw his dead body before they buried him.

What the heck was going on? I'm getting tired of all these bullshit.

I was fucking tired of seeing all this.

Th