the chair was empty, but someone stood by the window, hands inside the jean pockets.
dad: it's a strange feeling, somehow it seems the world has slowed down, yet it moves so fast.
he mumbled more to himself than to his son sleeping in hospital bed.
dad: i'm sorry, you know, about how i treated you when you were younger. you know i didn't mean it. i had to raise you alone.
he uttered some apologies, but his voice was monotone, his face expressionless. he walked to the bed and put his hand on his sons bandaged arm.
dad: but even someone like you doesn't deserve an accident like this. wake up soon.
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Short Storyan almost decade old story. * "one tragedy changed their lives." a story with dialogues and minimal description, in which a boy ends up in the hospital after a car accident and his friend slowly collapsing under the weight of his tortured mind. but...
