Fiction

Value


Panicked, she looked at him

With wide eyes, tear streaked face, and words clammed in her mind,

she begged for him to talk to her, cried for him to let go of his anger from this morning,

but he did not budge.

His face expressionless, eyes closed and body cold, lying there in the wooden box..

That fight with him over her overworking seemed petty now.

The accident had taken away the most precious thing in her life .. and her work could never replace him…

Panicked

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