"It's often said by the nature itself that everything closes up after a person's death but will it happen here?"

The awkward silence made it's place as the pointy glances were poking up the boy who was cleaning up the place.
The woman out there tried to say something again but got intrupted by her phone.

The moment she tried to put the call near to her ear it felt like a nightmare blabbering down some spell into her ears...the only thing that she heard was "secrets are left for you to do but not to say" and soon the phone got cut off infront of her face before she wanted to take a glance on the number.

"What the-" her mouth left out these words as now she was terrified about what happened with her right now. A pair of questionable eyes were looking at her but she didn't make him sence anything further as she took her hand bag from the couch and left from there leaving the father fixed on his position.

The father sighed as now he got up and made his way towards his room after cleaning up the mess, it was really very hard to raise a child alone but now that little child is his whole world. He streched his body as he finally wanted to get on that cost bed but a sudden mention of his heart was to see his son before taking a nap.

His feet touched the ground as now he peeked into that crib which were a few metres away from him. He hitched on his position as now his face turned pale with his eyes which were about to pop up at any moment.
"What is this?"

The scene was to be a calm one but unfortunately it wasn't as the father found out that the little baby was now wrapped up in a red cloth with an envelope lying beside the little one who was sleeping peacefully. Seokjin didn't took a moment as he unwrapped that red cloth first and took his son on his hand and kept him in the bed and after securing him with pillows on every side. He went towards the crib again to fetch the envelope which made him tensed up.

Soon the envelope got opened up by him as now he found out that familiar handwriting...now it's really insane as the person was really good in coping handwriting it felt like the person didn't wanted him to stay in peace and this time he didn't got any clue of it as now his eyes got teared up as it was really hard for him to recognise that his love is not with him anymore.

So who is the person who was daggering down to his heart with everyone being suspicious for him to trust.

The letter said it's word by starting from it's start as felt by the father itself.

"Find me! Find me, before I'm lost for ever"
"From eyes to eyes we meet with eachother but not from the happiness applied on our face"
"Eyes! It's the eyes!"
"Watch out from lies as they can make their own stories itself"
"It's lust! It's lust, for you being kind"
"Only if you knew how secrets were carved with me itself"
"Think of past! Think of past as your present will be a reminder"
...

"Eyes?" murmured the father, can eyes really tell secrets?  As now the question lingered down his brain. His foot steps made his way to his son and now the second question played it's rhythm which was "who came in the house as the person knows the access of it so well?"