It was raining hard. The heavy drops rolled down the tall windows. Smoke filled the room. Ronan sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, staring at the window as the rain kept pouring. At one point, while on the phone with Natalia, he threw his cup against the wall and it shattered completely.
A cigarette hung in his hand as glass shards were scattered around him.
He hadn't felt this way since the day the ghost he can't forget died.
Ronan never imagined Raphael's death would hit him this hard. It was funny, really, how he never brought himself to love Natalia, but he loved his children. Now both were taken away from him.
The son he loved and raised to be formidable was dead, and the daughter he pampered was never his.
"Why did Raphael have to suffer for your actions, Natalia? He was your son," he cried. A sob tore out of his throat before he realised it.
"Ronan, don't.." Natalia spoke again, but he was completely done with it..
