Grave No. 4897

n the phone, turned around, and grabbed his hair. It felt as if invisible we

ose in on him, mirroring the suffocating grip that depression had on his soul. He took out his mobile and stared blankly at the

glow. Unbeknownst to him, a message notification appeared, causing the scree

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his phone tightly, feeling a mix of anger, sadness, and helplessness. He lay there, staring into space, with tears flowing freely from his eyes when he received another notification on his phone. He was d

icture of his daughter but a strange message from an unknown number. Without giving it a second thought, he read the m

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album on his phone to look at his daughter's pictures. A wave of dizziness washed over him, likely due to fatigue. All he want

y pressed the doorbell but re

called from behind him, and

ax didn't answer the door," a neighbor, who appeared to recognize Henry, obse

number. After a couple of seconds, he heard the sound of the phone ringing from inside the house. He qui

own with the phone in his hand, the image

cked his phone. "Thank goodness I found you at home. I have some great news for you," he said, pourin

photography? Well, I submitted it to a prestigious magazine called 'Capture the World,' and they absolutely loved it

quickly dialed for an ambulanc

r informed Henry after the thorough examination. "The h

d of memories, filled with their escapades, laughter, and intimate confidences, overwhelmed his thoughts, making it arduous t

led in his mind, tormenting him. Could he have done something to save his friend? Should he have re

ity of organizing his best friend's funeral, surrounded by loved ones who shared their own cherished memories and anecd

longings to pass on to his ex-wife. While going through everything, he stumbled upon a letter tucked

of misfortune. A life where I can know my daughter's name." As he absorbed the heartfelt words, tears welled up in

that had consumed our relationship had blinded me to the immense love and dedication I had for my daughter. I

insecurities and misfortune to tear apart our family, depriving my daughter of the opportunity to grow up

ght, and his deep desire to be part of his daughter's life. Each word served as a p