63 | Did I Even Do Anything?
“Learns to live with it,” I let out a sad laugh. “That’s just sad.” Mikhael got down from the table and walked towards where I am. “That’s just how it is. It is not something he could forget. It’s not something that would eventually heal. It will scar him for the rest of his life and unless he learns to live with it, he will never be fine.” I swallowed the lump in my throat as I watched Jacob’s wet hair covering his eyes. He stopped wiping the table and took a deep breath. And I watched his chest go up and down as he continued to breathe to stop himself from whatever emotion was demanding to be felt. He was trying his best. I know it. But everything’s just been hard and I understand him. Somehow, I want to blame myself for what has happened. If that accident never happened at all, I
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