360 One Way

It has already been a week since the passing of Qing Zihao's grandfather. His bullet-ridden body was already safely cremated and was back at their house. Qing Zihao and his grandfather had been a close pair. Now, he was just feeling hollow, like someone cut out a piece of his chest and refused to put it back.

He had beens spending most of his time in his bedroom, feeling the coldness of their whole house. It had been a few days of tears. He was too drained. He didn't know whhich one hurt most, his heart breaking because his grandfather died, or watching his father's heart break because HIS father died.

"You should get some fresh air," said his mother over breakfast. She was also being quiet for the past few days. She even looked like she had lost some weight because of the sleepless nights and the crying. 

"I don't want to go out."

"It's nice outside."