PART 3 - The Truth Always Hurt

At the airport—

Ronnie sat silently, staring at nothing.

People passed by him in a rush.

Laughter. Announcements. Rolling suitcases.

A world moving forward.

While he sat there—

stuck.

Beside him, Raj sniffed, trying to hide it.

Ronnie glanced sideways… then smirked faintly.

“You look like an ugly idiot.”

Raj immediately glared at him, wiping his eyes roughly.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

“You don’t get to talk.”

A small pause settled between them.

Not awkward.

Just… heavy.

Raj looked down at his hands.

“…Go,” he said quietly.

“And don’t forget to convey my respects to uncle.”

His voice cracked slightly.

“I’ll come later.”

Ronnie didn’t reply immediately.

He just looked at him for a second—

then gave a small nod.

And stood up.

No hugs.

No dramatic goodbye.

That wasn’t them.

He just walked away.

Inside the flight—

everything felt… distant.

The hum of the engine.

The muffled conversations.

The flight attendant explaining something.

It all echoed—

like he was underwater.

Like none of it belonged to him.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

And there it was again.

Memories.

His dad.

Not the villain people shouted about.

Not the name everyone hated.

But—

his dad.

A faint smile.

A hand on his head.

A voice calling his name.

Ronnie’s fingers tightened on the armrest.

His breathing grew uneven.

He opened his eyes quickly.

Staring straight ahead.

Blank.

He didn’t want to think.

But memories…

never asked for permission.

When the flight landed—

he didn’t wait.

Didn’t look around.

Didn’t slow down.

He rushed out like someone was chasing him.

Or maybe—

like he was running toward something.

Something he wasn’t ready to see.

Outside, he grabbed the first cab he saw and got in.

“Location?” the driver asked.

Ronnie told him.

The driver paused.

Then slowly looked at him through the mirror.

“…Straight from the airport,” he said, slightly confused,

“…to a graveyard?”

Ronnie didn’t respond.

Didn’t even blink.

The silence answered for him.

The driver didn’t ask again.

The ride felt longer than it should have been.

Buildings passed.

People crossed streets.

Life continued.

Normal.

Peaceful.

And somehow—

that felt wrong.

Ronnie’s eyes stayed fixed outside.

But he wasn’t seeing anything.

Only one thought echoed inside him—

What will I find there?

The cab slowed down.

Then stopped.

Before it could fully halt—

Ronnie opened the door and stepped out.

“Hey! Who’s gonna pay—your dad?” the driver shouted.

Ronnie froze.

That word.

Dad.

It hit differently now.

He slowly turned back.

Walked to the window.

Pulled out money and handed it over.

“Keep the change.”

His voice was low.

Almost empty.

Then he turned—

and ran.

Through rows of graves.

Names carved in stone.

Some decorated with flowers.

Some clean.

Some forgotten.

But none—

felt like his destination.

His steps were uneven.

Breath heavy.

Eyes searching desperately.

Like a madman chasing something already lost.

“Where…?”

He muttered under his breath.

“Where is it…?”

Then—

a sound.

A loud crash.

Glass shattering.

Followed by laughter.

Ronnie stopped.

His heart dropped.

Slowly—

he turned toward the noise.

A group of people stood not far away.

Drunk.

Careless.

Laughing.

Throwing bottles—

at a grave.

Each throw—

another shatter.

Another laugh.

Another insult.

Ronnie’s steps slowed.

Something felt…

wrong.

His chest tightened.

His instincts screamed—

No.

But his feet kept moving.

Closer.

Closer.

Until—

he saw it.

The grave.

Dirty.

Covered in broken glass.

Scratched.

Disrespected.

Ruined.

And then—

his eyes fell on the name.

He froze.

His world—

stopped.

It was his father’s name.

Everything went silent.

No laughter.

No sound.

No world.

Just him—

and that grave.

His knees hit the ground.

Hard.

But he didn’t feel it.

His hands trembled as they reached forward.

Touching the cold stone.

“…No…”

A whisper.

Barely audible.

His mind refused to accept it.

This…

was his father’s end?

Not respect.

Not mourning.

Not even silence.

Just—

hatred.

Raw.

Cruel.

Endless.

Tears slipped down his face.

Quiet.

Uncontrollable.

His chest tightened painfully.

His breathing broke.

His father—

The man everyone called a villain.

The man the world hated.

The man they celebrated dying.

But still—

his dad.

Ronnie’s fingers curled into fists.

Shaking.

His nails digging into his skin.

“Why...?”

His voice came out broken.

Small.

Powerless.

No answer.

Only silence.

Then louder—

“WHY?!”

His voice echoed across the graveyard.

Shaking.

Cracking.

“I know he was a villain”

his voice trembled violently

“but THIS?!”

He slammed his fist against the ground.

“This isn’t justice!”

Tears kept falling.

Faster now.

Unstoppable.

“This isn’t what he deserved!”

His voice broke completely.

“No one deserves this…”

A pause.

His breath hitched.

His entire body trembling.

“…NO ONE.”

The wind blew softly.

But it felt cold.

Empty.

Ronnie lowered his head.

Forehead almost touching the grave.

His shoulders shook.

Not from anger anymore—

but from something deeper.

Something heavier.

Grief.

Pure.

Raw.

Lonely.

Because in that moment—

it wasn’t the world against his father.

It was the world—

against him.

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