Chapter 105: The Doctor

Summer’s Point of View

We were relieved when Senior’s breathing stabilized, allowing us to relax a bit. However, it had already been two days, and he was still not leaving Nana’s coffin. Today was Nana’s final day.

As I sat there quietly observing, I couldn't help but notice how tightly he clung to the coffin as if he couldn't bear to let it go. His silence was worrisome and left me with a sense of concern.

Nestled within the depths of the individual’s being, there existed a heart of remarkable tenderness. Like a delicate flower, it possessed an innate capacity to love and be loved, radiating warmth and affection for all who crossed its path. Yet, this tender heart was not without its vulnerabilities. It stood as a fragile entity, susceptible to the harsh winds of life that threatened to shatter its very essence. With each beat, it carried the weight of past hurts and the scars of emotional wounds, a testament to the profound depth of its capacity to feel. The depths of sorrow and mou