It was funny how it was often those who gave advice to others the same ones who required it the most. Though the older male had been named a counselor not so long ago, he felt he needed a counseling session for himself first. And as temtping as it was to spill his worries to a stranger he didn't; it wasn't in the man's nature to talk about feelings especially when they were so tightly glued to painful memories.
To his surprise, and relief, the man did not ask about his lost relative, instead he gave some insight on the subject, hinting that he was no stranger to the feeling of impotence that took ahold of the man now. "I would actually rather knowing if he's alive or not, just so I don't have to carry the ghost of him every time I wake" he barked with a raspy voice.
Knowing if his child had survived would be both devastating but liberating, that way he wouldn't have to beat himself every day with the worry of him suffering, it would be like a dagger in the chest but a weight of his back.
A sour venom that would burn his insides but at the same time put him at rest.
