Somewhere in the stars

Regrets

I sat down, my hands trembling slightly from nervousness. Devin's father can sure be quite intimidating. "So, Mr. Rumi, what brings you here?" Where do I even begin? If only I could tell him about Devin right away.

 If only it were that easy, "I wanted to ask you about Devin," I said, seeing his stoic face begin to frown. "You wanted to ask about Devin? What do you want to know about him?" Oh, you have no idea.

 I have a lot of questions about your stubborn son, but for the time being, I'll stick to the important ones. "I wanted to know about his home life here with you; I know it's strange of me to ask, but I just want to know more about my friend,"

 Then there was silence for a while. I'm curious what he's thinking. "Hmm, you claim to be his friend but know very little about him?" I swallowed and cleared my throat. "It's true, but we're true friends," I said. His expression became solemn.

 "I'm not sure why you're here or what you're hoping to gain by asking these questions, but I need you to leave now," s**t. I can't leave right now. I need to help Devin. If only he wasn't so stubborn and would just talk to me. 

He thinks he has all the time in the world, I swear. "Oh, sir, please don't make me leave; all I need is to know more about him," His face became enraged, and he yelled "Guards, Please take this young man out of here as soon as possible," 

Fuck, I need to think of something right now. I can't pass up this chance to speak with him. Come on Rumi, think! "Wait a minute! I know that he has always been close to his mother and only his mother, and that he has struggled to make friends. But he said I was the only person he felt he could talk to about it with,"

 His expression then changed to one of surprise. "So please bear with me! Please, I really just want to talk to you about Devin," He then appeared calm, but his eyes were a little curious. "All right," He said, I gave him a weak smile. "Thank you; I wanted to ask these questions because, while I understand his death was unexpected, 

and I express my deep condolences, he was a friend, and a part of me wanted to remember him. I wished to get to know him better, but I never had the opportunity," Then he nodded his head "So you came here so that we can talk about Devin and his life while he was still alive?” 

That made me nod my head, "I'm not sure if you're lacking in tact or if you're just too curious about the son I'm currently mourning. But talking about him now and remembering who he was might reopen old wounds. How could you not think about that?" 

Shit. He was right. How could I have been so callous? It's no surprise he wanted to kick me out. I was so weird just suddenly coming here, claiming to be Devin's friend, and asking these questions. Damn, I'm such a moron. I abruptly rose to my feet and bowed my head. "I sincerely apologize!

 I'm sorry for not realizing that until now. My heartfelt condolences, Sir Philip; I'll be leaving right now," He then stopped me as I was about to leave. "No, I get it now. We're both in a state of mourning.

 I haven't spoken to anyone since my son's death, which may be a good thing," I looked at him, taken aback by what he had just said. Is he going to talk about Devin? "Please take a seat and let’s have a talk.

 I'll tell you everything you need to know about my son," I nodded and  gave him a warm smile. "I don't even know where to begin. Me and my son we're never close. You're right he was close to his mom.

 She died when Devin was only 12 years old. It was hard for the both of us. Especially for Devin. I admit I wasn't a great father to him, but I did my best to raise him as well as I could," I'm glad he started talking about his relationship with Devin.

 But I can't help but feel sorry for them. I grew up lucky because my parents were full of love, but Devin, despite his wealth, always felt alone and unloved. "Devin grew up next to his mother because I was always working to grow the company for Devin's future. I had no idea that I was growing apart from my own son. As the company expanded, so did its competitors,"

"As a price, Devin's life was in grave danger because he was my heir. And, as you can see, I didn't do enough to protect him. I didn't do enough to protect my son," His voice began to shake as he began to cry and break down. "My boy," he says shakily as he sobs.

 I couldn't help but tear up as well. His father appeared depressed. I couldn't help but stand up and hug him. "I hope Devin knows how much I love him and how much I regret not being able to show him how much I love him properly," he sobbed as he sobbed some more. We just stood there hugging each other. I consoled him. 

I understood how it felt to lose a loved one. My father also passed away. We comforted each other by hugging. I didn't mind that we'd only recently met, but he needed someone, and as a friend, I'm more than happy to console his father. In a way, I felt like I was comforting myself.