[Present]
The setting sun was giving out the last of its rays as I finished my story. This was the first time I had ever told anyone my life story. I never felt like there was any need to tell anyone, it wasn't like it was going to make any difference. Moreover, I didn't want anyone to know either but with Caesar, it sort of felt different. I told him not because there was any need to or anything, I told him solely because I felt like I could confide in him.
Somehow I felt at ease while telling him my story, like I knew I wouldn't be judged for my life and the decisions I made and deep down I knew I was right.
Soft wind blew as night began to dominate the sky and one could see the stars painted on the dark canvas.
Caesar and I sat on the slanted roof as I told him my story. He didn't say anything throughout the story telling journey, but well it's Caesar we're talking about, what else can you expect from him?
