The memories

NARRATOR

Rock wasn't in the mood to laugh and be merry like the others.

Everything sounded like noise to his ear, so he'd decided to take a stroll. He walked straight to the spot he loved most in this resort. It was a spectacular spot facing the lake. Sitting on a bench with his back leaned against it, one hand propped on the backrest, he crossed his legs, sipping the beer he'd taken with him as he thought about his life with his gaze focused on nothingness.

The more he thought about his life, the more empty he felt.

Ever since his father's death, he'd worked hard to take the company which was his father's legacy to the next level and he did succeed. The company is now one of the richest companies in the world with different branches as they manufacture different products. He was filthy rich. But whoever said money can buy happiness was wrong. The amount of things he'd achieved couldn't fill the void in his heart right now.

He wasn't in this state because his wife didn't come here