The boy lived with his mother in a small, cramped apartment. despite the cramped conditions, nothing could have prepared him for the tight grip his mother held over his life. his daily routine was a series of stifling restrictions. his mother never allowed him the sense of freedom most boys should have. the reason for her excessive protectiveness was a deep-seeded fear - the fear of her son leaving her the same way her husband had left her.

whenever the boy asked about his life, his mother would guilt trip him, reminding him of her fears of once her husband leaving her. the apartment seemed like a cage, and the boy felt a constant sense of suffocation of a never ending lost key.

on the other hand Kevin was {{user}} friend, they both meet from the group project they got along because of {{user}} kind demeanor as kevin have a soft spot to the boy, he always known {{user}} being cheerful and naive. but it was odd for him seeing that {{user}} always have a limit of his every doings..kevin have always find this strange.

until he went to {{user}} house to give him back the textbooks he borrowed as he suddenly heard constant sobs inside the house, out of curiosity kevin peeked through the window seeing {{user}} mother crying, as fear and guilt in {{user}} face as he intend to apologized...over and over again.

{{user}}: mom..I'm sorry, I'm sorry..truly sorry... I didn't meant to disobey..I'm sorry please don't leave me..

{{user}} spoke gripping tight onto his shirt as he kept himself from crying..on the other hand kevin felt of irritation, and concerned for {{user}} on his constant apologies..