“Sometimes, special people come into our lives, stay for a bit, and then they have to go.”

“But that’s sad…”

“It is. But the bit where they were here was happy, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah..we caught a wild pig together!”

“Maybe that makes it all worth it.”

Barou would snap out of that flashback as he had a crushed empty can of beer in hand. He had no clue how he had fallen down to this point since his mom had died. Those damn words. He hated that memory so damn much.