Lander’s POV
Present
I am staring to their happy family moments, when those memories of how I spent my last day with dad just came running to my mind. I felt like my head is going to explode because of those memories. I want to bury them, I want to forget, I don’t want to be in pain again. I’ve been in enough pain for me to remember the real pain I have developed to myself, the time I cry for real, the time I am sad for real, the time, where I only think is going with my dad, the time where I was eaten by darkness.
But I just can’t do that.
My past made me who I am. I am not proud of my present, but I know dad is, I hope so.
I stopped for a moment, when a familiar face was in my memories.
I tired to rethink,relive the moment of my past to remember who that familiar face is, it is not
