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Gauri....
Raindrops hit the top of the black umbrella that I stood under, the pitter pattering was the only sound that reached my ears.
Everything else was silent as all I could do was stand there, my eyes staring down at my mothers gravestone. I didn't say a word, my fists clenching around the umbrella handle, I was trying so hard not to break down again. It was all my fault. "..I'm sorry maa."
My body trembled as tears fled down my cheeks, I lowered to my knees, dropping the umbrella and leaned my forehead against the top of her gravestone.
The petals of the flowers that rested beside it beginning to fall slowly off, thunder and lightning crackling in the sky.
I let out soft sobs, wishing and begging for her to come back. Continuing to apologize, the rain started to pour down harder, each raindrop hitting my skin.
Everyone had left the funeral hours ago, but I stayed, I couldn't pull myself away.
I cried till I couldn't anymore, my eyes puffy and red as well as my nose. I missed her.
My body was shivering as I sat drenched from head to toe in rain, I could hear footsteps, the sound stopping beside me.
The raindrops stopped hitting my skin as a hand now rested on my back, comforting tingles spreading across my skin.
He offered his hand, my amber eyes now looking up at him. Swallowing back a whimper, I placed my hand in his warm one, him steadily pulling me up and onto my feet.
His arm then wrapping around my shoulders after he put his suit jacket on me. "..It'll be okay, Jaan." I hoped he was right.
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"So bored!" Ahan gave a small groan, his face buried against a pillow on the sofa. The tv not entertaining the restless boy anymore. He would hate to even think about it, but he honestly would rather attend school now.
It was way too boring at home without his dad and siblings.
His mother sat curled up on the window couch, her forehead resting against the window pane. She barely talked and ate anymore, thankfully she still cooked though.
Ahan heard the phone ring and rolled off the couch and raced towards it, now answering.
"Hey Papa!"
He could hear his papa's familiar deep voice on the other end along with muffled voices of the people he was working with. "Hey buddy. Still bored?"
Ahan nodded only realizing his father couldn't see him over the phone, "Yeah..When will you be home?"
"The usual time unless I have to stay late. I'll let you know. How's your maa doing?" His fathers voice lowered, he could practically imagine seeing his father pacing as he always did when stressed and worried.
"She's still acting weird. She doesn't laugh or smile, she just sits there papa." Ahan frowned when he heard his father let out a small sigh.
"Can you try to get her to eat buddy ? I'll be there soon." Before Ahan could protest, the other end hung up. He slowly hung up as well and cast a glance towards his mother who stayed where she was.
Ahan put a pot on the stove and filled it with soup then turning on the stove burner. He waited till it was somewhat cooked then poured it into a large bowl.
