His mother’s scream of horror and despair was one he would never forget. Her ragged sobs rang all around the house, creating a haunting echo. The hands holding him up let go and he fell to the ground, his knees cracking hard against the pristine marble floor but he didn't notice the pain.

There was an odd sort of ringing happening in his ears. He felt like he was underwater. He felt numb. Absolutely numb as he stared into his father’s lifeless eyes. He was numb as he noticed the spreading red stain on the plush white rug beneath his body. 

Ma would have a fit if she finds out Da got blood all over her favorite rug.

He thought hollowly. 

He looked at his mother, crumpled up on the floor, a hand reaching for his father, sobs racking her slim form. That hand would forever keep reaching. Because the person who used to hold it was gone.

GONE.

GONE.

GONE.

The word repeated over and over in his mind. He looked once again at his father. Their eyes lock. The stormy grayish-blue orbs, much like his own, held a world of pain. Pain for the wife and son he was leaving behind. 

In that moment, he made a promise. 

To never forget.