Chapter 5 - Gone
The old cliche says that men aren't supposed to cry. And for the most part, he didn’t. The last time he really let himself cry was at the funeral, all those years ago. It truly felt like the world itself had shattered that day, and he was slipping through the cracks, falling headfirst into a completely different reality. He learnt to adapt to the uglier world beneath, if nothing else for Gumi’s sake. And yet there were still times when lack of forethought left him nursing a new ache and fighting to keep the tears at bay.
On those occasions, he would sit in his room and stare at the wall, feeling a curious sense of detachment from his own rage. It almost felt like he could physically extract it from his body and bury it inside a drawer. Yes! Bury it, drown it, burn it away. Never let anyone know how much it hurt. He tried his very best on that front, in any case. He smiled all the time, no matter what his uncle or aunt ever said or did to him. He watched him