Death of one yet two!

You get a text that the most beloved family member of yours is no more. Your parents gotta rush there and all you can do is watch it all happen in silence. You can't go see the dead body because you're on bed rest. The most you can now do is call the person who promised to be with you when no one else would be. You call them. No answer. You call them again. The call gets rejected and that's when you wait for a moment. But you can't do it for longer. You really need to talk to someone to calm you down. Someone who would calm your soul and the fire inside you. Someone to tell you that life is all about birth and death and a lot more. You call them again and you find the number is switched off. They did it. Yes, because they don't know what you're going through and they don't even want to know it anymore.
That's when you'll realise you lost the two most important poeple in your life!

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