Two years Later
The door hung dangerously par it's one remaining hinge, but behind it lay a secret too terrible to imagine.
He staggered through, the time was 1:30AM. His mother always told him that nothing good happens after 2AM, so he thought it best to get in was on the brink of being drunk, but he was not quite there. Yet.
The pain was unbearable. She was gone from his world. She was gone from everybody's world. The curtains were hanging, tattered and ripped, swaying from side to side. The rotten wooden window ledge was full of fatal wood worm. The window was open widely, bringing in the brisk,...
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