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As I listened to his tragic past, my heart ached for him. The pain in his voice was raw and filled with sorrow as he recounted the tragic accident that took away his best friend, Tarak. I could feel the weight of his loss and the void that Tarak's absence had left in his life.
It must have been devastating for him to endure such a heartbreaking event. As he spoke, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, each drop carrying the weight of his grief. It was as if his longing to see his friend again was so intense that it manifested physically, making his pain tangible and palpable. Witnessing his anguish, I couldn't help but be moved by his sorrow. At that moment, I knew I couldn't bear to leave him stranded on the streets, alone with his sorrow. Something within me stirred a mix of courage and compassion that pushed me to take action.
I found the strength to offer him solace and to provide him with a safe space where he could heal and find some comfort. Bringing him to my apartment, I attended to his injuries, both physical and emotional. I gently cleaned his wounds, offering a soothing touch that conveyed my empathy and understanding.
The following morning, upon awakening, I made it a point to check on the person from the previous night. I couldn't shake the images of the injured man out of my head. I had felt compelled to help him, but I never expected to find him awake and in a steady condition when I entered the room. To say I was astonished would be an understatement. He looked up as I entered, and I could see the gratitude in his eyes.
Without wasting any time, I introduced myself as the person who had brought him to safety the previous night and treated his injuries as best as I could. He nodded with a faint smile on his lips and thanked me for my assistance. I could see that he was still in pain, but he insisted that he was feeling better than he had in days. I knew I had done the right thing by helping him, and I was relieved to see that he was on the path to recovery.
I decided to extend an offer for breakfast, which he surprisingly did not refuse. As I served him breakfast in the dining area, I took the opportunity to offer my condolences regarding the loss of his dear friend, Tarak. He looked down at his plate, his expression somber, and thanked me for my kind words.
Ram: I need to share an experience that happened to me a couple of days ago. I understand if you find it hard to believe what I'm going to say, so please let me finish explaining the whole situation without any interruptions.
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Ram's POV:
Following Tarak's passing, I was engulfed in a deep and suffocating darkness. The loss of my dear friend had shattered my world, leaving me feeling utterly lost and without purpose. The pain was unbearable, and I saw no way out of the overwhelming despair that consumed me. In the depths of my anguish, I made the heart-wrenching decision to end my own life.
I sat alone in our empty apartment, surrounded by the echoes of our laughter and shared memories. The walls seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with their oppressive silence. I could feel the weight of loneliness bearing down on me, crushing me with its unbearable heaviness.
