A dark day has occurred in the lives of many. Rain was pouring in bunches. The location. Kagoshima, Japan. Tears were running down a lot of faces. The spirits in general were running low. Everything looked so lifeless. As if someone ended the life of every single living thing. The most tears were shed by a young, grieving teenager who looked lost. His name was Benjiro Takahashi. The sad occasion was the funeral of the legendary police chief Mato Takahashi, father of Benjiro. He had done his job for two and a half decades and was arguably the most respected man in his field. The fact that he was shot in the head without hesitation made it even more tragic. Benjiro, who already grew up without a mother, now lost every part of family that he ever had in his life. Social interactions were not his strong point. He never felt like being a part of a family. He had his dad, who cared for him and made sure to raise him well. Besides that, he had his friends at school. But with them he didn't want to talk about feelings or anything that related to his personal life.
The funeral went on and the rain got stronger and stronger. After the ceremony, that made many burst into tears again, people got together in little groups and talked about the man of the hour. Benjiro took a moment for himself and his dad. He walked up to his grave, kneeled down and whispered. „Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. For many you have been a great man. But for me, you have been so much more. A father. A mentor. A role model. No one understands me like you do. I will never forget what you have done for me. Rest in peace, dad...“ A tear was slowly moving down his cheek. Benjiro never expected this day to come so soon.
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