But despite hearing that, I wasn’t even that sad, just regretful. Regretful that in the past ten years, I never truly lived.
“So, in the final stretch of my life, I decided to take a trip—just drop everything and go. I just didn’t expect that after ten years of no contact, I’d run into Liam here of all places. But it’s fine. Everything’s in the past. I let it go a long time ago.”
By the time I finished, the driver beside me was already crying, tears streaming down his weathered face. He asked me why I didn’t tell Liam any of this.
I shook my head. “What’s the point?”
Was I supposed to hold up my father’s death like some tragic badge? Or admit that I was the one who ruined everything and killed him?
I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t even face that thought myself.
Life had already thrown every hardship it could at me. All I could do now was face it with whatever calm I had left and let go.
After all, this life of mine was already set on its course.
While we were talking, the car pulled up to my stop.
I got out and stretched, breathing in the thinning evening air.
The sky was dimming, but the wild cornflowers were still blooming.