Jason’s POV
Raven and I arrived at the kids’ indoor play zone at the hospital, where a few kids were playing around on swings, sliders, huge blocks, and many more things for children.
Isla was yet to arrive there, as she must have been on the way after finishing the session with Eira. I hoped it went well and that there was positive progress for her.
Among us five, I was still not close to her, despite the fact that I was trying my best these days to make up for my mistakes.
The worst part was, she still treated me as if I didn’t exist, not a single glance did she spare me. She showed her anger on others, but me. I want her to get angry at me, blame me for what I did, and what I failed to do. I failed to trust her and protect her.
I had a chance to revive myself that night. I should have trusted her when she said she wasn’t the traitor, instead of torturing her. I could only live in regret now.
I looked down at Raven. "You can go ahead and play as well."
Raven didn’t move. He stood in his place, holding my hand and looking at the kids as if what they were doing wasn’t his thing.
"You don’t like to play with other kids?" I asked, trying to know.
He didn’t reply, so I told him, "How about the swing, or the slider? I will help you with it."
He went ahead toward the chessboard drawn on the floor, with big chess pieces to move. The pieces were already moved by the ones whoever had played earlier, and Raven seemed to have the intention of continuing it.
But I wondered—with his small height, could he even see the positions of all the pieces to play? Maybe he would just move random ones and get done with it.
I followed him and stood on the opposite side. "Want me to play with you?"
He just looked at me with a calm and serious gaze, and went ahead to move a piece. Once he did, I said, "Now my turn."
He offered me a gaze that was different this time. What was it?
I observed the chessboard carefully, as I hadn’t taken a proper look at it before.
The next moment, realization dawned on me from that look of his, and I let out a hearty chuckle. I don’t remember when the last time was I felt this way. Defeated—but it felt truly sweet.
"Damn! Checkmate even before I could start a game!" I said. "The previous player on this side did a terrible job. But I must say, you are a genius, Raven. I am so proud of you."
In response, Raven turned around and went to sit on the bench nearby.
"Raven, there are more things to play," I told him, but he simply sat on the bench as if everything around him was of no interest.
I let out a helpless sigh. Maybe he wasn’t used to playing like other kids. Even in the pictures from his school, he was just standing on the side while the other kids were playing.
I went to sit next to him, and both of us watched the kids playing.


"I hope we are that light for you, and you will live the way you deserve. You are such a good kid," I said, and thought, And how I wish you were my child for real. But it doesn’t matter. I have already accepted you as mine, just how Jannifer had accepted me back then.
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