Returning home with Daniel, I felt the weight of my father’s death pressing down on me like an unbearable burden. The world around me seemed muted, as if wrapped in a thick fog of grief and disbelief. Daniel tried to offer words of comfort, but all I could do was nod mechanically, my mind numb. As soon as we walked into the house, I retreated to my room, closing the door behind me. The silence was deafening, amplifying the emptiness inside. I sank onto my bed, clutching a pillow to my chest, and let the tears come. They flowed freely, a torrent of sorrow and helplessness. My father was gone, and nothing would ever be the same again. The hours passed in a blur of tears and sobs. I barely registered the knock on my door or the sound of it opening. Daniel walked in, a glass of cold water in his hand. He placed it on the bedside table and sat down next to me, his presence a small comfort in the overwhelming darkness. “Emma,” he said softly, his voice filled with concern. “Yo
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