Chapter 60 A Tragic Story

Bach’s POV

I’ve always had a bad memory. It was always hard for me to remember most things, even the most simple things possible. But I just could never forget that day, the day I lost everything.

It was my eighteenth birthday and Mark was preparing a surprise for me, a surprise I had to fight the urge to pretend I had no idea about. But he seemed so elated, even more than me, the person who had the birthday so I couldn’t take away that joy away from him.

My parents had joined him to plan the surprise.

To take away any suspicion, Mark remained with me during the day while my parents remained preparing the surprise for me till when we got home by evening.

That day, I remembered Mark to be filled with so much radiance. He looked like he was truly happy—at peace.

When I asked him why he was suddenly so joyful, he looked at me. There was a strange warmth in his eyes, one I’d never seen before. Then he said — “Because you’re finally here.”