Arkin's POV:
At SC's Stock Room
It had been a year since my Papa passed away. Upon his passing, my life also went out of tune. He was the one who made me love music as much as he loved it. I'd been a mess, a train wreck since he died. Needless to say, I was more attached with him than my mom.
He died in a car accident and what hurt most was it happened on my birthday.
I was left devastated when the police broke out the news about his car accident to us that instantly took away his life. I was utterly shocked, and my wits were scattered that time, unbelieving that he was already gone. Hours before his accident, an acoustic guitar was delivered on me and it indicated that it was from Papa. It was probably his birthday gift for me. But I couldn’t even look at the guitar nor hold it upon
