A grown man was shown laying in a foetus position on the floor of his bedroom, darkness surrounding him with broken glass and ripped papers scattered all over the floor. He was in a mess....his hair were messed up like he had not brushed them for many years. His clothes had stains on them, his body was stinking like he hadn't washed up for a long time. His eyes, they were dull, dead, empty. He had dark eye-bags like he had no sleep at all. He had grown out a beard, not shaven for a long time. His face was hidden in his arms as he silently cried, his tears wetting his arm. "I can't see him like this.....I just can't. I'm dying everyday by seeing him in this state Sunny....I just wish....I just wish I....we all had the power to go back in time and change everything" Vicky said with tears as he closed the door of the grown man's room.
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