the dad was standing by the window again. his face stern, his lips in a tight line.
dad: it has been a while, hasn't it?
he paused, as if waiting for an answer. his hands tightly holding onto the windowsill as he looked outside onto the street. he scoffed.
dad: so you really are just a coward. hiding inside these four walls. too scared to face reality? too scared to move on already? are you comfortable cowering away inside that head of yours and sitting back when people are suffering right in front of you?
he crossed his arms. a sigh escaped from his lips.
dad: a room like this isn't cheap, you know?
he turned to his son, still waiting for a reaction, and when he didn't get any, he walked away.
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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...
