He just sat there.
Watching people celebrate his father's death.
Bands wrapped around their arms—
"FREEDOM" written in bold red.
They laughed.
They cheered.
Like something evil had finally been erased.
Like his father… was a monster.
People noticed him.
The whispers started first.
Then the looks.
Some filled with disgust.
Some with mockery.
A few didn't even bother hiding it—
they threw things at him.
Still…
Ronnie didn't move.
Didn't react.
Didn't speak.
Like if he stayed still enough—
maybe the world would forget he existed.
Then suddenly—
"Hero! Hero!"
"The next hero!"
The noise rose again.
Louder. Brighter.
Ronnie slowly looked up.
A tall figure walked in.
Calm. Composed. Surrounded.
The hero's son.
For a second—
just a second—
he felt it.
Envy.
Good for him…
He doesn't have to stand here like this.
His chest tightened.
His heart screamed a thousand words—
…but his lips stayed silent.
Time passed.
Slowly…
The sky darkened.
The crowd disappeared.
And silence finally took over.
Ronnie stood up.
Walked toward the grave.
And quietly—
started cleaning it.
Broken glass.
Dust.
Disrespect.
He wiped it all away… piece by piece.
Then—
A sound.
Behind him.
His body stiffened.
"Who's there?"
Footsteps.
Slow. Careful.
He turned.
A tall figure.
Pale skin. Dark hair.
The same guy.
"Hey… don't be scared," he said softly.
"I just want to help."
Ronnie let out a dry scoff.
"You? Help me?"
His eyes flicked to the band.
"The hero's son helping me?"
"That band on your arm says enough."
His voice dropped.
"…Stay away."
The guy paused.
Then—
without a word—
he pulled off the band.
And threw it aside.
"I said… let me help."
A step closer.
"…please."
Ronnie froze.
"You…"
The guy bent down.
Picking up broken glass with bare hands.
"My friends made me wear it," he said quietly.
"I didn't mean it."
A small pause.
Then—
"I'm sorry… for your loss."
And just like that—
something broke.
Not outside.
Inside.
Tears slipped down Ronnie's face.
Silent.
Unstoppable.
After everything…
For the first time—
it didn't feel like the whole world was against him.
Maybe…
not everyone was cruel.
Not everyone was the same.
Slowly—
he nodded.
They cleaned the grave together.
No words.
Just silence…
that didn't feel heavy.
Time passed.
When they were done—
they just stood there.
A small, unsure smile.
A small wave.
"…Name?" Ronnie asked.
"William."
A pause.
"Yours?"
"…Ronnie."
A faint smirk.
"So… hero's son?"
William sighed.
"Yeah."
"Then why help me?"
A small shrug.
"I don't care what people think."
A quiet smile.
"I just do what feels right."
Ronnie looked at him.
And for some reason—
that felt real.
He turned toward the grave.
"Hey… dad…"
William awkwardly raised a hand.
"Uh… hi…"
Ronnie let out a small breath.
"Meet him…"
"The hero's son."
"Don't call me that," William muttered.
"William is fine."
Ronnie nodded slightly.
"…Still suits you."
A moment passed.
Then they walked away.
Different paths.
Same silence.
Ronnie's chest still hurt.
The pain didn't disappear.
It didn't get easier.
But now—
it wasn't empty.
Because for the first time…
He wasn't completely alone.
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It's too much for me also
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