Waleed was drunk. Once again.
But this time he wasn't aware of his surroundings. Walking like a lunatic in the empty road towards his home, his body swayed, the gravity wasn't supporting him at all. The passerby who looked at him, covered their nose as he reeked of alcohol.
After a good five minute of crashing his body to random pole, he juggled his keys from the pocket and inserted his key inside the knob.
On the other hand, Hana who looked blankly at the television, immediately switched off the television and jumped off the bed and look at the door, in anticipation that today would be the day when her father would sit with her, have dinner with her and would start a minimal conversation with her.
But alas all went in vain when she saw her father swaying body.
There was a silence between them and Waleed could swear that he saw the disgusting look in her daughter eyes towards him. This time instead of him hiding, he saw his beloved daughter, taking the blanket and going back to her room. He wanted to chase behind but stopped.
What have I become?
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Whisper Of Emotions | ✔
Short Story/ where an emotional broken guy sends Voicemail to his dead lover until he receives a Voicemail from her/
