He cried…

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It was midnight.

She got a call. She was asked to sign on his death post. She refused, getting a faint hint of what was to be her future.

Today, whenever she hears the red siren, she is pulled back in time, to that fateful morning when death followed them.

She sat in a car with a similar red siren ringing on it, with him lying down near her, sustained on an artificial breather.

Sunlight dappled in through the tiny window, onto his face. She could see pain in his face, sadness in his eyes.

They said that t’was the Sun that caused his soul’s windows to leak.

But, in her heart, she knows that on the gloomy day that it was, it couldn’t have been the brightest star.

She knew that on that sad day, he cried…


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