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Jenny’s POV

I wish there was nothing like the feeling of losing someone.

There is no word that can do justice to the definition of that hollow feeling inside me. There is no language in which I can explain the grief I'm going through.

The grief, It just snatched everything away. Everything came crashing down in front of my eyes. No hopes. No beliefs. No courage to even pick up a fallen pen. Everything reminds me of him and those times when he was alive.

It’s been a month since my dad lived his last day on the earth before leaving. I was so broken and crying weakly that those memories of saying goodbye to him have become easy for me. I wasn’t in my senses, and couldn’t remember much about that day because all that I know is, my father is no more. I lost him, and I still can’t believe this. How can God be so cruel that he snatched the only person I had ? If he wanted to make me suffer then he could have taken my life instead of my father’s. Why him ?

The doctors said it wa