Her solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow..
He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand.
When their paths meet, will the blood be...
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I am staring with teary eyes at my father's golden watch which has stopped working a week ago. I don't know where I can fix it.
Like my mom's purple blanket gives me comfort, this broken watch makes me feel the fatherly love I am devoid of.
I suddenly bump against someone and the watch falls down from my hand. I bend down in a failed attempt to catch it, but I am too late.
The glass dial is broken into a dozen pieces. My hands shake when I messily try to pick up the small shards.
As I am done gathering them, something catches my eye.
