~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"The death of our loved ones leaves an indelible mark on our hearts, but we must carry on, honoring their memory by continuing our journey with strength and purpose."
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Despite the pain and loss that assailed me, I feel a glimmer of hope burning in my bruised heart.
Even in the heart of darkness, a father's love for his child remains, indestructible and eternal. And it is this love that will guide me, step by step, towards the light of the new dawn.
As I slowly recover from the ordeal, the memory of my tragic nightmares or my rants haunts my days and nights.
The images of Carla, terrorized by the creature, continue to haunt my thoughts, reminding me of the fragility of life and the cruelty of fate. Even though all of this happened while I was in a coma, it seemed so real that I still remember everything that happened.
Sometimes we act mechanically, without thinking about it. I decided to become a better person, not for myself, but for my Carla.
She wouldn't want to see her father desperate and sad. Right after leaving the hospital, the tears started to flow. It's so hard for me to accept the fact that she died. I took a deep breath and headed towards my apartment to feel more comfortable in my comfort zone. That's what I did.
But even in the comfort of my home, the shadow of Carla's loss loomed over me. Every corner of the room seemed to resonate with her absence, every object evoking a painful memory. The silence was deafening, broken only by the muffled sound of my lonely sobs. I collapsed to the floor, clutching her final gift in trembling hands, wondering how I was going to go on without her.
The days passed in a fog of sorrow and regret. Every morning, I woke up with the crushing weight of her absence, wondering how I could face another day without her radiant presence.
Memories overwhelmed me, happy moments and shared moments now tinged with
melancholy.
Yet during this unbearable pain, a glimmer of hope shone faintly. Carla wouldn't want to see me fall into despair. She wanted me to find the strength to continue, to transform my pain into something meaningful.
It was for her that I had to get up, to honor her memory and pay tribute to her.
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The unknown hallucination
Mystery / ThrillerDetective Robert Meeve is a middle-aged man haunted by the most devastating loss a father can endure: the death of his six-year-old daughter, Carla, to cancer. Overcome with grief, Robert attempts to take his own life, plunging into a three-month co...
