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"I suppose, if I say you didn't heard our conversation, would it be a lie?"

"I'm sorry."

I heaved a deep sigh and closed my eyes for a moment, before opening them again. "How much?"

"H-Half, when your mother started to speak." He stuttered and sat down on the chair, which was placed beside the broken isle. "Here, your water." I slid the filled glass towards him. "Thankyou and I'm sorry once again." He mumbled and grabbed the glass. Gulping it in one go, he heaved a deep sigh.

"That's why you were always so emotional when someone mentioned your father?"

I could have laughed at his question, though I wasn't amused at all. The smallest secret I held was now like an open book. Once, I had swore, if the truth of my life came out, I'd go take my life, one way or the other.

I shrugged and opened the wooden cabinet, where I stuffed my junk.

Grabbing a pack of cigarette, I opened the cap and placed the deadly stick between my lips, whilst tossing the half filled pack next to him.

I wrapped my