Epitome of a Hero

Mistake

I was wondering why I couldn’t get you out of my mind. It was my question for these past few years and up until now, you have never left it—and you descended even further down into my heart.

How I wish I could say this all to you in person but I’m scared... I am much more of a coward, I guess.

I don’t even know why I still write these letters too, I am not even giving them to you.

But I don’t think I’ll ever stop writing them right now... since these letter gave me hope to continue these habitual writing to you. Even though I can only love you like these, like a ghost trying to reach a living person.

I closed the letter and placed in on my chest. It was the last letter he wrote and it was from the day before I got here as Damian.

As I was reading the letters, this heart kept beating and as it goes on, it was sooner replaced by the serene moment that I shared with these letters. I can even hear his voice as I read the words.

How fascinating... To adore someone this much is just so fascinating.

I’m glad that her love is being reciprocated even in a way she never knew.

Somehow I feel lucky to be receiving this kind of feeling, even if its not really mine. But I don’t want to meddle with any of these sincere emotions any longer. It is theirs and it is that something special which they share.

I spent the time thinking about the things that could be and the things that I am still capable of doing in some span of time.

But if ever I am the one in her body, won’t I be robbing her off of life which she should have been living fully?

I went downstairs and see my dad was preparing the porridge in a bowl. I  told him that I’m going to dine in the table and so he sat down with me, with a spare bowl of porridge for him.

“Dad, did I have any problems before?”

I asked and he looked at me like he was finding some words to tell.

“Well, you weren’t the one to talk before,” he mumbled as he feed on the soup. What does he mean by that? “I was actually surprised when you started talking more these past few days... The truth is I felt like I did something wrong as a parent because you haven’t been talking a lot...”

Why have you bee that way, Triz? Did he ever do something wrong?

My heart constricted and there I knew that my dad did nothing wrong. Maybe she was just a little bit... Troubled...

“You did nothing wrong... In fact, you are a great father,” I exclaimed and he smiled, showing his relief.

“I just--- I felt like everything about me is... A mistake.”

Tricia stated and I was left silenced by her words as I went on to spectate what could happen next once again.