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priscaTitle: Sorry
Fandom: Aftermath (2017)
Character: Roman Melnyk
Wordcount: 247
Rating: PG13
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After the court decision, they decided to transfer him to prison as quickly as possible for his safety. He didn't care; he had listened to the sentence unaffectedly. 10 Years! Because he had killed a man.
His lawyer had talked about fateful circumstances and said that he hadn't been in his right mind when he decided to visit Jacob Bonanos. The control tower operator in the evening when his world was broken down.
His wife: dead. His daughter: dead. His unborn grandchild: dead. Together with about 100 other people.
He had felt the eyes of most of the observers in the courtroom resting on him. Full of hate, full of sympathy, full of secret admiration. Some people hated him because he had killed an innocent man, a husband, a father. Some seemed to forgive him, pretended to understand his desperation and his deep grief, and talked about an emotional reaction he hadn't been able to control. And some called it poetic justice and looked up to him because he had refused to accept the compensation the flight company offered all families who had lost a loved one.
Feeling worn out, he closed his eyes and rested his head against the cold side window of the police car.
No one had tried to understand what had tormented him. What kept him awake all night. What he couldn't get out of his head. He didn't need any money or pity. Only three simple words. He had begged for them more than once, but no one had listened to him.
Three words, and maybe everything would have taken a different direction.
I am sorry!
Fandom: Aftermath (2017)
Character: Roman Melnyk
Wordcount: 247
Rating: PG13
:::
After the court decision, they decided to transfer him to prison as quickly as possible for his safety. He didn't care; he had listened to the sentence unaffectedly. 10 Years! Because he had killed a man.
His lawyer had talked about fateful circumstances and said that he hadn't been in his right mind when he decided to visit Jacob Bonanos. The control tower operator in the evening when his world was broken down.
His wife: dead. His daughter: dead. His unborn grandchild: dead. Together with about 100 other people.
He had felt the eyes of most of the observers in the courtroom resting on him. Full of hate, full of sympathy, full of secret admiration. Some people hated him because he had killed an innocent man, a husband, a father. Some seemed to forgive him, pretended to understand his desperation and his deep grief, and talked about an emotional reaction he hadn't been able to control. And some called it poetic justice and looked up to him because he had refused to accept the compensation the flight company offered all families who had lost a loved one.
Feeling worn out, he closed his eyes and rested his head against the cold side window of the police car.
No one had tried to understand what had tormented him. What kept him awake all night. What he couldn't get out of his head. He didn't need any money or pity. Only three simple words. He had begged for them more than once, but no one had listened to him.
Three words, and maybe everything would have taken a different direction.
I am sorry!