I'm just a person—
sharing a story
I never wanted to tell
Sharing a suffering I never wanted to feel.
learned something early on : Most people are rotten to the core. Parents included. Him especially — or so I spent eight years believing.
He ruined my life—
Burning it down with my own tears.
Yet, I have no memory of ever crying.
Do you know what's worse than losing someone ?
It's being too late .
Not by hours, not by days.
Just one second.
One second is enough to destroy a life, to turn a home into a grave, to make a child spend eight years chasing a truth that never existed.
People like to believe the past stays buried .
They're wrong.
The past doesn't disappear; it waits.
Patiently
Quietly
And when it finally catches up, it takes everything.
I'm not telling you this because I want you to understand. I'm telling you because I need somewhere to put it.
My name is Kai. And this is the story of how it all fell apart.