Life at a Standstill
The days were the same, the people around him were the same but he was no more the same person. The recent series of events has brought about a whole new change in his perspective to life. He lay still in his bed staring at the ceiling. Days and nights made no difference to him. The whole place seemed devastated; piles of newspapers on the front door; thin layers of fine dust lay on the furniture; it seemed as if the place hadn't been in use for ages.
One fine Friday afternoon, fifteen-year-old Ben had committed suicide. He was the life support system of his father, James. His mother had passed away a year ago due to severe illness. Twenty-three days had passed, but James still could not function. He would barely eat or drink and would just lie still in his bed.
The doorbell rang. James shrieked and reluctantly got up and answered the door. It was his friend Ryle who immediately hugged James. He was disappointed to see him in this state of mind and said, “This was unfortunate; however, you’ll have to sail through this. Life never stops for anyone…” “And that’s the saddest part,” mumbled James. “And you know it better!”
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