I was waiting for her outside my home near my car. It was already six in the evening and the street lights on both sides created long shadows. After a long self-reflection with myself, I have agreed to take Jasmine out, and fortunately, she said yes to me. After a long period of time, I wore my black suit again. The last time I wore was when Amiya was still with me. Mom was right. Some scars never go away, we have to live with them. but Life goes on. I tried to survive with Amiya’s memories, but they didn’t help me. they gave me solace but they never gave me comfort. I felt pain every time they flashed across my inner eye. Mom had realized this a long time ago. She just never expressed it until then. Jasmine too was suffering the same way as me. Her bleeding was still raw and red with pain
