He gave a wry smile, and turned his face around, fixing his gaze to the wall.
1 min readJan 6, 2022
That moment, I knew he had lost it.
I held his wrist to feel his pulse, to feel his strong heart beating drums of hope, and to convince myself that he’s alive somewhere dancing to the limitless possibilities of the universe.
But, the pain had caught up with him and had cut him deep inside. He was broken. He was cold.
He fixed his moist eyes into blank space. His green veins were wired with pain and anger, moving swiftly like thunderbolts about to strike.
It was about time.
But, amid the surge of emotions he felt, a rheum of soft tears trickled down his face, each drop seemed to send a message to the land of the silent.
What seemed like light was merely a ghostly silhouette, and for him, this was the END.
