Silence reigned in the room, while some were talking quietly, others were looking at their cell phones, it was curious if they were in other situations maybe, just maybe it would be totally. It is that how can you be thinking about something else if not that? No matter how much you want to you can't change, or well maybe that was for her.

She looked all around quietly, as her gaze settled on that box, ironic, if by herself she would have been long gone from there by now. Since when had she changed so much? If her mother didn't love him, not at all for as long as she could remember, she only relied on reminding him every day of her life when she hated and resented him.

Yes, she recognized that she had her as a daughter, but she knew she had no business receiving such treatment from her. She was so deep in thought that she didn't even notice when someone sat down next to her.

—Are you all right? — she turns to look at him and smiles sadly.

— I wish I could believe it, you know? — She pauses —My mother was not a person I remember fondly.

He looks at her with understanding — But at least you got to be with her in her last moment —She looks down —I would have wanted to be with her.

She lowers her gaze — I would have wanted to give you back the time, listen to you and listen to you - he was confused.

— What do you mean?

— Yes, I mean— she pauses and takes a breath looking him in the eyes— Maybe if I hadn't gotten into bad things, hadn't made bad decisions, had listened to you, none of this would have happened, my mother would have gotten a second chance- her eyes glaze over and she looks down.

—Hey— he places a hand on her shoulder to call her attention— Don't put a burden on yourself that is not yours, yes you made bad decisions, but understand that you reacted in time....

—But I hurt you, I would never forgive myself if something had happened to you, seeing you there on that stretcher between life and death was a martyrdom.

—Yes, I know, my sister told me, but she also told me that you thought about many things, which you knew how to handle during the time I was in the hospital, and believe me, many people regret it, but not in a genuine way.

—Is it okay that I want to give back the time and make amends for so many things I did?

—Of course it is, no one can tell you not to, but think of it this way: You may not have fixed the damage you did, but you can repair what is still broken and heal wounds.

She keeps silent and meditates on the words of her companion, she looks away towards that box, while her memories come to her mind, maybe he is right, then she sees a girl maybe around 15-16 years old, she stares at her and then she sees how she approaches the coffin, she had reddish hair and one or two black locks, she recognizes her, she gets up and he follows her.

—Do you know something? Maybe you're right and I'm going to repair what I broke long ago because of my selfishness— he looks at the same place as her, he is surprised at first, but smiles.

—Would you like me to come with you?

She thinks for a moment, but denies —Thank you, but I think I know how to do it- he nods and gives her a brief hug.

—If you need help, you know you can come to me.

Without further ado they both separate and go their separate ways, she carefully approaches the girl she had seen before, she places a hand on her shoulder, the redhead turns to see who it is and is surprised, they both hug each other lightly and move away from the coffin to take a seat in one of the armchairs.

—I didn't think I'd see you here," comments the redhead, looking at her companion who looks away a little.

She makes a small grimace — Sometimes it's good to heal old wounds - the redhead nods, while two glasses of water are poured — How's everything Jun? —The redhead looks down, avoiding her gaze, she notices him and takes his hands — Did something happen?

Jun opens her mouth, but closes it, she sighs and decides to talk -Let's say that everything is not very good since the last time we saw each other, things have become very difficult since I escaped from home, my boyfriend is a good person, but he has good things in spite of everything.

—You know you should stay away from him, he's not a good influence on you.

—You say it like it's the easiest thing in the world.

—No, I don't, I also went through the same thing as you and I would like you to listen to me.

Jun looks at her somewhat hesitantly, but sighs and nods, willing to listen and understand what she refused to do a long time ago.

—Before I start telling you about my experience and what I've learned, I want to ask you a question," Jun nods somewhat confused without really understanding what she meant.

—Okay, I'm listening.

—What is enough for you?