I kept on staring on the jar, where the flames keep on fighting each other. I wanted to break it. My patience is starting to wear off. I’ve been on Blaze’s guest room for two days, having no motivation of continuing my life. Not after what I did in the past. Blaze comes once in a while, talking to me, comforting me but even him couldn’t take away my pain. Not even Stephen who I thought was my father but it turned out to be a lie. I haven’t talk to him yet. Others tried to cheer me up but not one succeeded. I have no right to smile nor laugh anymore. I can’t. I soft knock distract me from my trance and Stephen stepped in.
“Hey.” He greeted as he seated on a chair across my bed.
“Did you erased all my memories hoping to change me?” I asked, looking at him. He sighed.
“I did not wish to ch
