Pre-Story [1]
A candle flickered by the flame dancing with the light glimmering from the sun. It was tragic really.
She never wanted this but time was always temporary depends on the path they chose, Now the hands of death came before her eyes- But no, it didn't chose her, It chose him.
He was like, Dare she said it, a father to her. Even after everything he did, It's to sacrifice his history for her- But still, She is mad for this.
She isn't mad at him of course, But she is mad at herself that she couldn't save him in time so that's why she is here right now.. Standing straight.
Though is she really?
Audrey heaved a sigh as she trailed her fingertips at the cold and hard stone right just infront of her with a frown on her face, Tears starting to prickle on her eyes when she stared at the name.
"Bawole"
He was a great man.