"Fifteen years… Only fifteen years they gave him…"
"It's unbelievable… but at least we don't have to do any more of these annoying formalities. Elizabeth can now focus on recovering." — Trevor said, comforting my mom while Kevin followed them beside me… who was staring blankly at the little motion of my feet… exhausted… out of reality, while I still could listen to them talk.
"She has to recover, who will help me at home if not."
"…"
'… Sigh… they never knew that it was because of this conversation that I left home soon after…' — I thought reminiscing of my past decisions while I saw myself staring at them… to then be asked by Kevin how I was doing.
"Elizabeth, are you alright? We're going home now, you should get in the car."
"… What's wrong?" — Trevor asked waiting for me and Kevin to get in… and the me back then met his eyes… which made my inner distress snap.
"… I'm not alright."
"… Why what happened?"
