Gently, so that he doesn’t disturb his son’s peace, he lay a kiss on his son’s bruised and bandaged face. Not really knowing whether his son is in peace or his body is just faking it, not knowing what else to do he got the white, red stained blanket back on his beloved’s face. Gently. What he’ll remember of his son is his cold still eyes who are still fixed on something rising to the sky. He will try to remember his smiley cheerful face, and his not very funny jokes and he’ll regret not laughing very hard at them. But, the cold eyes will always hunt him down.