CHAPTER 82
(Highly emotional content?, you have been warned)
The rain was pouring down, the sky gray. He loved it but now he hated it. All the weather meant for him was that it mourned his father. The still, pale, cold body suffocated inside the white coffin that descended down..down..down to the depths of the earth.
He was of color to him, but to them, he was dark as the crying clouds above. The world around him was all bitter and sour.(
He doesn't even get the chance to have his 34th birthday. He
doesn't even get to watch his son parade in front of the crowd, the emblem of a lawyer bright and glowing on his chest. He didn't get to watch his younger son taking his first steps properly,
A ten-year-old Zayan clawed for invisible hands that would reach out and flung the coffin cover o
