The court was packed with people who were on my side and others who supported Moon and Peter. Bonita's mother sent a highly skilled attorney on my behalf because she had left the field after her retirement.
I noticed Mr. Laurence, the bookshop owner, sitting there, possibly waiting for me. So, I walked over and welcomed him with a smile that was short to be broken, he added.
"You dare to smile after filing a complaint against my sister and brother-in-law," he remarked, and it pierced my heart. I turned my head; it was now evident why he was so near to me; he was only trying to keep me from discovering the truth.
We stood up as the announcer announced that the judge was now entering the court. The judge came, and the trial began.
The trial began with the lawyer asking questions to me and then to them.
That day, finally, my long-dead parents got justice, and the real criminals got arrested. The court returned my name, and all those things that my parents had earned for me were returned to me, the actual inheritor.
"Congrats," said June, followed by a charming smile. "So, I am thinking about keeping Jane with me. After all, she is the only relative that I have left on this planet."
"Jane, forget what happened today," I told her as she came, holding her hands. "We are brother and sister, and I never thought of you as an enemy. You are my sister, and what I have is also yours."
"After throwing my parents into jail, you have the nerve to call me your sister," she jerked her hands off. "I am not gonna live with the person who threw my parents into jail." She walked a couple of steps away and said, "I have family and relations unlike you. Like today, you will never get any relation that will keep you happy."
Her words struck me like a knife. She made me realize that even if I have won the case, it doesn't mean that I will be happy for the rest of my life.
"Don't let her words make you weak," said June, holding my hands. How nice of him to support my decision and be there when I needed him. "They got what they deserved, and you got freedom from Dark."
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Somewhere I should have gone already." I stepped out of the court, and I saw a taxi. Waving my hand to get the attention of the driver, I said, "Where are you going?" he asked again as he followed me to the cab, and then the taxi moved.
"The lawyer gave me," I said, handing him an address that was written on a small piece of paper.
He stopped questioning when he had the answer in his hand. The piece of paper was the only answer that had been hidden from me since the beginning of my misfortune.
"Hello, Mom, and Dad," we were inside the house where I was born, the very old house with the giant painting of my mom, dad, grandma, and me in their lap.
"Thank you, June," I said. He looked at me with a smile, but suddenly I was taken aback.
I turned around, and he was there with a charming smile that had charmed my heart. He held my hand, looked into my eyes, and said, "My father died when I was little, and my mom lives abroad." He turned his sight to the picture that was hanging behind. "I guess I am alone as well. At least you have your mom by your side."
He said nothing, walked closer to the portrait of my late parents, and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Roy, will you allow me to take care of Kind as my boyfriend?"
His words surprised me. Was he asking for permission, or am I just hearing wrong? He continued, "I promise to take good care of him and will never let him be sad because of my actions." As he ended, a dried-out rose fell from the top of the picture.
Did my late parents accept him as their son-in-law? I thought to myself. "It looks like they have approved," he said, walking toward me. He looked at me and said, "Will you be my boyfriend?" He asked, forwarding the dead rose to me.
"No," I said.
"You don't like me?" His curled-up eyebrows and gloomy face almost ripped my heart. I hate this feeling, but with a cold heart, I said, "I love you, but we can't be together."
"Why?" he asked.
"I love you, but I want you to be happy with someone else."
"If you love me, then why someone else?"
"Look at me, my parents are dead, my relatives hate me. I am a total mess."
"What?"
"I am unlucky, June. I don't deserve to be with you."
June's POV:
Even if we loved each other, he forbade himself from loving me. I want him, but he fears to love me. It isn't his fault that Mr. and Mrs. Roy died when he was young. How should I make him realize that he wasn't unlucky for others?
"June," Mean called me, and I woke up from my thoughts.
"I have been calling you. Why aren't you listening?" Mean continued. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's better to keep it to myself."
"What was his response?"
"Who's?"
"Kind's when you gave him that present."
"Nothing."
"It's so cruel of you," Mean complained. "Why aren't you telling me the details?"
"Shut up, it's math class now." I picked up my notes and said, "Let's solve math's X problems."
Later that day, I waited outside Kind's classroom. When the bell rang, all of the young fellows headed out of class, but he wasn't there.
"Win, where is your friend?" As Win hurried out, I asked him, grabbing him by the shoulders.
"He left early in the afternoon."
"Why?"
"He didn't say anything. He talked to the principal, and he left."
I didn't think much, walked out of the school, and took a cab straight to Kind's residence. Outside his house, a moving truck was at a halt.
"Keep this in that box," I heard him instructing the workers.
"You never mentioned moving out."
"It's best for us."
"No, it's not." I took a step closer to him and said, "Listen to your heart, Kind. Will you be able to be happy leaving me behind?"
"June, I—" he grabbed the handle of the chair and, holding it tight, he said, "I want you to be happy."
"If you want me to be happy, then come stay with me in my house."
"June, I just can't. Knowing that everyone whom I like the most will get hurt because of my presence in their life, I just don't want to lose you."
"So, you have made up your mind?"
He nodded.
"If you ever loved me, even for a bit, then just this once, listen to me. Don't leave this town before Saturday." I took a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Attend my concert if you think of me as your friend."
He took the paper but said nothing in reply. I walked to the exit door, and just before I walked out, I said, "I will be waiting for you."