Unbelievable.
He stared at the diary in his hands, that belonged to the man who fathered him,who had literally taken his own life for reasons that weren't specifically written down.
She saw him that night.
His mother saw him,and yet had pretended that she didn't see him and let him have the idea that she killed their father.
Why?
Why did he drink Poison?
Axel held the diary firmly,while trying hard enough to shred the book into pieces as the dots weren't connecting, no matter how hard he had tried to fix it all together.
His mother was dying,that was another heartbreak coming his way which he knew quite well,that she wouldn't be lying about this.
About not being behind the death of his father,but there was nothing he could do but to believe her words,as the writing in the two diaries were two different handwritings.
