Hayato's jaw started to tremble and his eyes well up as he kept his gaze fixed on the picture. He holds it so hard that his knuckles turn white, and his hands start to shake.

"I hate him Ryuutaro... I-I hate him so much... b-but.."He takes a deep shaky breath no letting a single tear fall. He was a man, if he cried right now his father would win. He couldn't show how much he had hurt him, "I hate him... but I can't... h-he's still my father. I don't know... I don't know what to do..."

He felt so mixed up and confused. He hated his father, but at the same time hated himself for being unable to completely hate his father. It was like his father won somehow because of this. Why couldn't it just be easy? Why couldn't he just abandon his past? Why did it have to keep haunting him?