A Dark Corner of the Past
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"I remembered some of the things that happened when I was young." Claremont felt that his throat had become somewhat dry. He raised his cup and drank a mouthful of water before answering.
Abel recalled the words that Claremont kept repeating in his mouth that day. He asked hesitantly, "Was it related to your father?"
Perhaps it was best to say it out loud. In Claremont's eyes, Abel was a good listener.
Under the quiet moonlight, Claremont told Abel about his childhood experience of being abused by his father.
When the last sentence of the story was finished, Abel quietly stared at Claremont's side profile.
Even though it was dark around him, Abel could still see the sadness on Claremont's face.
"Then, where is your father now?" Abel asked hesitantly.
"Dead." Claremont sneered and said, "I didn't kill him. When I was twelve years old, he was killed by his enemy who was chasing after his debt."