After a while, Hiro stepped inside as well. The moment his gaze landed on his father, he felt a bittersweet mix of emotions.
Now that he had learned the truth, he couldn't help but feel his heartache.
Then he trod to the bed where his father lay and stood beside him. For a while, he could only stare at him blankly with different complicated emotions swelling inside his heart.
The man who was the epitome of positivity to him right now lay before him motionless, and covered in bandages. Upon closer inspection, the texture of his skin seemed sickly pale almost as if he was terminally ill.
Even before heading inside to face him, Hiro had prepared himself mentally. But when he stood by his side, he couldn't help but feel hollow from inside.
Moisture began to accumulate in his eyes making it seem like he was on the verge of tearing.
