💚+72 (Zemo)
💚+72 - Falling Apart by Michael Schulte
Jessica had been distant from everyone. She had taken a leave and was mostly wandering. Her quest to know who she really was , who she felt she was, was not quite as easy as one might think. She often found herself in the park, mostly sitting by herself. The thing was, Zemo did not have a grave. So one day, she just picked a spot and put flowers down. She had not told anyone about it. Because who would put flowers on a grave of such a man ? Who would feel love ? Who would love such a man as a father ? She felt shameful for doing so, but the truth was, Helmut was her father , the only family she had known for a long time. So her shameful secret rested near a bench in front of her, a small token that just appeared as a statue of an angel crying by one of the ponds. She was staring at that statue covered with snow.