Mary

Prologue

Mary

Had

A

Little

Lamb,

Little

Lamb... Little... Lamb

I can’t believe I’m singing the song I hated for almost 16 years of existence in this clueless and cruel world. I don’t know, I just hated it before and now I liked singing it like it does make sense.Probably, it really makes sense especially on me.

“How? How could you do this?” I could hear his beautiful husky voice, I miss this man.

“It’s very simple.” I answered him back, proudly. He looked at me apathetic. I chuckled I remember how he gave me that same look when we first met.

“You don’t have to be like this. You have everything. Why?”

I closed my eyes reflecting about what he just said.

“I don’t. I don’t have that everything you are talking about.”

“I’m begging you. Stop this. Don’t force yourself to my brother.” I opened my eyes and stared at him cold. Am I wrong about him? Did he think I’m doing this for his brother? I did all of this for you! This is for you, why can’t you see it?

I burst out laughing after 10 seconds of staring at him and I think he was puzzled, use your brain please, “Oh, yes, I’m forcing.” I nodded. “I—I just love him.”

Tear escaped from my left eye. “You can—can’t stop me.”

“Mary.” The last thing I heard from him.