Today, Victor is alone out of his house heading to a place he feels he shouldn't be there. But… here he is.
"Wait here."
Victor told his driver at the time. He knows if he is the one that drives to get there, maybe he can't afford to go back. As he will be trembling all over. He sure of it.
Slowly his feet stepped in, contrast with his heart that was beating so fast there. Until finally, he stood in front of the tomb. Raised his face there. His hands began to grip hard as if trying to gather his strength there.
Because now his eyes at that time seemed to be able to see Irene's sad face there.
He released his breath slowly. His eyes began to sting there. After he thinks that he is ready, Victor approached the tombstone slowly. His mouth tried to say something at that moment, but his voice didn't seem to want to come out at all.
Once again, he took a deep breath so that the feeling he felt at that time subsided a little.
