Wrongful Hatred

With hesitant movements, Felix began to open the cover of the diary. On the first page, nothing was written. Felix's thick eyebrows twitched slightly, and he continued to open sheet after sheet until he finally stopped in the middle of the page.

Just reading the title, Felix's body began to freeze. His throat became choked with burning eyes.

As it continued, Felix's eyes began to tremble softly. He swallowed hard as he finished reading all the words on the page.

Feeling that it was still too early, he continued to the next page. This time, Felix could not stand it. He raised his head, staring at the ceiling of his room with trembling eyes as he chewed on his lower lip.

"So I'm not really their son?" As he lowered his head, tears fell from his eyes. "And they didn't leave me on purpose, but... it was time to go."

Felix's body slumped. He crouched down, put his head in his hands, and leaned back with his eyes closed. At that moment, his tears fell.

For a while, Felix just stayed in that
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