"Do you believe there's life after death..." There was a man standing beside the stone grave whose name he fully ignored, watching a group of people not too far from him, wearing their own version of somber faces as the priest mouthed the proverbs of the departed. He was all alone and unwelcome and spying, for he has no right to show his face even for the last time. But the people do glance towards him in between cries, knowing he was there, or pretending, but their mouth speaks the sorrow and the undying chants of resentment, casting him among the reason why Death took the soul of the woman who is now sealed under the casket, blaming him for her death.All Rights Reserved
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