3 Weeks After Aixia's Death
Adan Jacinto stood in the dim light of his room, the air thick with silence, as if the very walls mourned with him. Memories of Aixia flooded his mind, each one a vivid reminder of what he had lost. He glanced at the photo in his hand, capturing her radiant smile—a smile that had once filled their home with warmth and laughter. Now, it felt like a cruel joke. Each time he looked at her face, an intense wave of grief washed over him, pressing down as if the universe conspired to crush his spirit.
He wandered around the room, touching her belongings—a scarf draped over the chair, her favorite book lying open on the bedside table. Everything echoed with her absence. The vibrant colors of their life together faded to gray, and he felt ensnared in a prison of sorrow, questioning the purpose of his existence without her. Adan often sat in the darkness, wondering how he would navigate the world again, each passing day intensifying the void she left behind.
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Echoes of Love: A Journey Beyond Grief
Short Story[first story] A journey beyond grief