I watched carefully as the moonlight gently caresses Haru's skin as he chugges down the bottle of liquor in his hands. We've been seating in silence on the concrete floor of his balcony for the past 15 minutes now. I still can't seem to wrap my head around what I just found out about him in the span of just an hour . So not only did he keep his family a secret, but he's also a drunkie ?

"Umm, so Haru. What does your dad do for work?" I asked, trying to break the awkward silence I hate awkward situations

"Nothing. He does absolutely nothing," Haru said, looking down at the numerous cars below.

"What do you mean by nothing?" I asked with clear confusion. There is no way that Mr chen does nothing yet remains this rich

"I come from a long line of wealthy people. Over the years, my family has accumulated so much money that could last generations. It's a long story but to cut it short my grandfather somehow managed to inherit all assets from his father ,and I'm sure that you know how generational wealth works,it gets passed down from one generation to the next and since my dad was the only child of his father ,he obviously inherited it all . We have so much money that he has never had to work a day in his life, " Haru narrated like he was giving me a history class . I starred at him as he picked up his bottle again to continue drinking.

"Do you drink a lot? " I asked out of curiosity. He is so much different from the Haru I'm used to

"Not really. The only time I drink is during an event like this." Haru said, starting to look a bit awkward and uncomfortable, and i immediately understood why

"Oh no, I'm not judging you ,it okay I was just curious." I said quickly, trying to reassure him that I wasn't judging him

"So...umm you drink because you don't like this event? Is it because there are too many people in the room ? Or because of the noise? I heard you don't like noisy and crowded places, " I said to him . He looked at me and then gave me a half smile

"That is an issue, but that isn't the reason I don't like what is going on downstairs, and that isn't the reason I drink either . My father actually gave me my first shot of alcohol when I was 12 on this very day seven years ago ,and I guess it just kinda became something I do on days like this." Haru said, staring intensity at the almost empty bottle in his hands. What kind of parent starts feeding their child alcohol from age 12 ?

"But you were underaged. Why would he do that ?" I asked, shocked that any responsible parent would do that

"Do you know why this ball is being held ? Do you know what it represents?" Haru asked me, completely ignoring my question.

"An event for people of high class to mingle? Actually, does it really matter ? Events like this are being held like basically every other day of the week . Most of them have no meaning ." I said, shrugging. I wasn't exaggerating though , just last week, some old guy threw a masquerade ball because his cat turned 4 years old .

"On this day seven years ago my mother died few minutes after giving birth to my younger brother.He said that she has always wanted to attend a ball when she was still alive,so he made it a tradition to throw a ball to mark her death anniversary. He also gave me my first shot of alcohol this day seven years ago . He said it was going to help me feel better, just like it made him feel better, " Haru explained with very little emotion, leaving me ashamed of my last statement. The pain of losing someone dear to you is a feeling that I'm no stranger to

"Oh ...I...I didn't know . I'm sure you must miss her a lot, " I said with an understanding of what he must be going through

"Nope . Not really. I actually don't have any memories of my mother . The only thing I remember about my mother is her face, and that is only because my brother looks exactly like her. Although I can't say the same for my so-called father , her death continues to hunt him, " Haru said, looking up to the sky .I am beyond confused. What kind of son forgets about his mother

"You hated her?" I asked in slight confusion. I never saw Haru as the type to hate anyone talkless of his own mother

"I don't hate my mother . Although at some point I did blame her for dying because after she died, my father changed. The person I truly despise is my father. I hate everything about him, even this stupid party he's throwing downstairs, " Haru said . I looked at him in slight confusion.

"Why would you hate something that honors your mother ?" I asked out of genuine curiosity

"Because today is my brother's birthday. My so-called father is always so occupied with mourning his wife that he completely ignores his children. The death of my mother started his hate for my brother and his apathy for me . He never held my brother when he was born , he didn't even announce his birth. I was 12 years old when I was learning how to make homemade baby formula from the internet because my so-called father refused to buy some. I sincerely blamed my mother for his change, and I thought that he'd be back to normal once he was done grieving, but I was so wrong , if anything, he got worse . He became verbally abusive for a while, but then he stopped talking to us altogether when it was confirmed that my brother was nonverbal . He's such a distasteful hypocrite,he hides his son away on his own birthday just so he can celebrate his dead wife whilst he drags me around,showing me off to his friends like I'm his prized possession when in reality he'd probably trade my life for hers any day." Haru ranted on the verge of tears . This is the most Haru has ever said . This is the first time I've seen him cry , it almost makes me feel like crying with him

"Where is your brother now?" I asked, brushing his hair away from his face

"I dropped him off with Tolu this morning. I gave Tolu money to take him to the amusement park. I wish I could celebrate with him, but it's either this or my father locking him up in one room underground, " Haru said sadly.

"Do you want to know something twisted?" Haru asked me . Do I really want to know? after taking some time to think about it , I nodded yes

"When my mother died, my father requested her heart to be carved out and kept in a jar because, according to him, her heart was his home . Sometimes I understand him ,I've accepted that my mother will forever be the only person that he has and will ever love but sometimes I wonder why can't he hang pictures of my brother and I on his bedroom walls instead of a jar filled with my mother's rotten heart ." Haru said, sobbing. With each tear, he lets out the more I want to take his pain away, but I don't know what to do . I stare at him, thinking of what I should do what would Anne do? I asked myself, and then the answer became blantly clear . I pulled Haru closer to me, and then I wrapped my arms around him,hugging him while he sobs

"Why...why can't he care about us?" Haru said in between sobs .I thought he was going to cry some more, but instead, he slowly pulled away from me , cupped my face, and then he just starred at me . He starred at me with such intensity. It was almost like he was trying to memorize everything detail of my face

"Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful like the moonlight?" he said, catching me completely off guard. His face was getting closer and closer to mine with each second that passed,I couldn't help the blush that started creeping in

"I think I can complete my drawing now," he said, breathing heavily. I could feel his breath on my face . I was about to say something to him when he suddenly collapsed , placing all his body weight on me. It took all the cells in my body to lift him from the ground and drag him to his bedside . I sat down on the floor next to him because I didn't feel like going back downstairs, especially not after what I just learned. I stared at Haru's sleeping form and noticed that he looked much more peaceful now what a sleeping beauty