He stared at the only life in his hands, it was his wife’s favourite flower and he was determined to keep it alive, unlike his late wife. All the loss in his life felt like a boulder bolted to his shoulders, why did it have to be his wife? He couldn’t believe what was happening to him, he didn’t want to live life anymore, he wanted to die.
He really wanted to kill himself, tears flowed down his eyes and his sight was blurry. He wiped away his tears and looked at the flower. It was still bright in this time of death, he noticed it’s hope, it’s innocence and decided he wouldn’t die now, he’ll live on for his wife’s sake.
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