Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 55

"Why, Ma? Why did it have to be my son? He's too young to die," I said. Every word I utter creates another pang of pain in my chest. It was hard for me to talk because of the lump rising inside my throat. I felt like this was the most painful moment of my life.

She sighed at my question and shook her head. I was just staring at her, waiting for her reply. After a while, I cowered my head in defeat. And even after emptying my tears out, I still ended up crying. Endless pain for losing a life.

"Sshh, dear. Everything will be okay."

I can feel her moving closer and embracing me tightly. I sobbed on her shoulders. She uttered words that would comfort me while her hands were caressing my back.

Nonetheless, I forced myself to be strong. I tried to calm myself down even if I'm about to give in. I thought I already cried enough, I thought I was already hurt enough. My throat was sore and my eyes were swollen, but it seems like my tears aren't tired of streaming down. That even if I wanted to stop, it just won't. My heart tightened in utter pain.

My eyes immediately flew to the door that screeched open. I instantly saw Atlas with my Dad. Atlas entered while Dad chose to stay by the door. He nodded at me and smiled forcefully. I smiled back too, but I know my Dad could see my agony. It was evident in how he looked at me.

After a few moments, I was left alone with Atlas. He was eyeing me while I was looking at him, too. He was just standing in front of me, at the edge of the bed. His eyes were bloodshot and swelling, a sign of crying and grieving. His clothes were still the same, he didn't even go home inside those two days.

"H-He's gone. Oliver l-left us, Olive." Atlas' voice broke. He went closer and sat on the bed. "How are you?" he added.

"I don't know." I looked away and pinned my sight at the plain glass window. It was just like how I'm feeling right now. It was empty and hollow.

"I want you to know that I am always here. I will always love you despite everything. You can cry on me or punch me to death until your heart's content." He held my hand and kissed it. "I hate to see you like this. I've hurt you for the past ten years yet I'm still hurting you up to now. I-I'm sorry," he muttered.

My eyes watered. Atlas' words pierced through my being. It was true that I was hurt because of him. I lost everything because of him and because of me, too. I guess we're not really meant for each other. Even if we are forced to fix something, we only end up making it worse. Even the last string of connection we had vanished from us.