“Why… did you come find me…?”
My voice barely came out.
Ton tilted his head.
“I just wanted to know.”
He stepped closer.
“Whether you still remember me.”
“I remember now…” I stepped back.
Ton smiled.
“Good.”
He leaned close and whispered.
“Then you know…
how long I’ve been waiting.”
Then my phone rang.
I jolted — grabbed it quickly.
It was my mother.
I answered.
“Hello…?”
Her voice trembled.
“Sweetheart… I just heard the news…”
“What news…?”
The line went quiet
before she spoke.
“Your friend… the one named Ton.”
My hands went ice cold.
“…What about him?”
She began to cry.
“He passed away… ten years ago.”