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    In the silence of his mind, he called out to Tracy—a whisper of longing she would never answer. His tears flowed unchecked.


    “Tracy,” he murmured to the void. “Why did it have to end this way? I had it all mapped out—our future, our family. Why fate…?”


    He sat in the quiet cocoon of his car, a cigarette trembling between his fingers as tears continued to carve silent paths down his face.


    A storm of emotions churned within him—regret gnawed at his conscience, sorrow weighed heavy on his heart, self-loathing twisted his thoughts, and a fog of uncertainty clouded his vision of tomorrow. Yet amid the turmoil, one truth shone stark and unyielding: the loss of the baby had severed his tether to Tracy forever.


    Once the doctorpleted Shaun’s examination, he delivered the prognosis with unflinching honesty.


    As anticipated, Shaun retreated into an emotional fortress, shutting out the world and spurning every morsel of food offered to him. Within a handful of days, when Elyse returned to see him, she discerned that the me of his will to live had flickered out entirely.


    Velma, Shaun’s mother, lingered in the sterile hallway outside the ward, her quiet sobs muffled as she brushed away tears. The sight pierced Elyse’s heart, and she settled beside her friend. “Velma,” she said gently, “you must hold yourself together. Don’t let this erode your own strength.”


    Before arriving, Elyse had learned of Velma’s ceaseless weeping—tears that seemed like an endless well, spilling forth day after day.


    “We have to find a spark to reignite Shaun’s spirit,” Elyse urged. “He is reeling from a devastating blow.”


    Velma’s voice quivered as tears streamed anew. “I know,” she whispered, her words breaking. “But he won’t heed a soul and refuses to eat. We’re sustaining him with IVs each day. I live in dread that his despair will push him to do something irreversible…”


    Her tears surged as she spoke, a flood she couldn’t stem.


    Elyse offered words of sce, but they fell short, unable to pierce Velma’s grief. Resigned, she sat in quietpanionship, a steady presence beside her.


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    After what felt like an eternity of weeping, Velma’s reservoir of tears ran dry. She spoke in a hollow, despairing tone. “He is my only child. If I lose him, I wouldn’t know how to carry on.”


    rmed, Elyse seized her hand. “Don’t say such things. Shaun will pull through—we’re his friends, and we’ll find a way to lift him up.”


    Elyse had devoted a considerable portion of her time to soothing Velma’s frayed nerves.


    Now, with a gentle nudge, she eased open the door to Shaun’s hospital room and tiptoed toward his bedside, her footsteps barely a whisper against the sterile floor.


    Shaun had been steadfastly rejecting treatment, his health plummeting at an rming rate over the past few days. His cheeks had hollowed out, and hisplexion had turned a ghostly pallor. The stark transformation in such a short span struck Elyse like a blow. The sight of Shaun so altered was nearly too much to bear.<fnfe3f> Content originallyes from FιndＮovel</fnfe3f>


    Swallowing the knot of emotion lodged in her throat, she murmured, “Shaun, how are you holding up?”


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