บท 356: Remembering Alita - 1

As he buckled his seatbelt and leaned back for the take-off, his mind couldn't stop from reeling back in time, into the past. The past that was severely painful for him even to recollect, the past which rather than bringing a smile on his face, always brought back the heavy weight of sorrow, which kept drowning him into an endless abyss of nothing but pain.

Ever since his wife had passed away, there had been a gaping wound in his heart, which no matter how hard he tried, was never filled. 

He helmed a mask of a smile, busied himself in his profession, drowned himself in overtime and philanthropic activities, but nothing could heal him, like ever.