10

The cold-hearted, aloof, and harsh man is crying.

I never knew a man in prison would suddenly cry.

He was the first man I’ve ever comforted and I actually stayed inside his room.

I got you...

I wanted to speak, to say those words but I couldn’t.

I stiffen, hardly knowing what I should tell him.

Creed tossed to the side, facing me but he’s not looking at me. I held his hand as a sign of reassurance.

Silence ringed us and all I could hear was the chirping sound of birds and the wind whistling.

In the eleventh hour, he spoke all of a sudden.

“That night, it was, uhm, my birthday. We’re supposed to just celebrate it at home since it’s not safe. Some people want them dead. But they insisted, they booked a restaurant and then on our way t-there. T-Tons of gunmen were following us…” says Creed. He’s talking as if the memories were still vivid.

He’s struggling to continue.

I was not expecting him to literally tell what happened.