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     Standing on the broken tiles, now in a half and yellowish with age. Hui put down a single red rose on the ground and a small candlelight before praying to a god he never wanted to believed in.

But the visit at the church turned things around.

The confession enlightened him that in order for things to change, hui gotta let go of the past that stops him too.

And he wanted the future without any hindrance and hate, he only wanted to be happy with a man that he knows thats waiting for him to go back.

'Father in heaven. Holy be thy name...'

hui muttered the prayers, silently.

As if he was now letting go.

He hated his father so much to the point that he loathed himself, but life goes on.

















And the dead stays dead.

And the living stays living.

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