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Melvin Winson stood at the doorway, his expression impassive. His feet felt as heavy as lead, making it difficult for him to lift them. He held onto the door, gazing into the hospital. room. His eyes turned red, tears streaming down his face.

Veronica Murphy couldn’t help but feel a pang. of sadness at this scene. Throughout one’s life, they will experience many farewells in the face of life and death.

However, Veronica had experienced more farewells than the average person, yet she still couldn’t adapt to the sorrow of losing loved ones.

Melvin Winson tightly gripped the door frame, pain spreading throughout his body, even the veins on his forehead bulging.

Stiffly, he walked step by step into the hospital room, standing by the bedside. He reached out and held the lifeless hand of the woman, slowly lifting it. He pressed her fingers against his face, closed his eyes, and said nothing, but tears continued to flow.

Veronica Murphy stood outside, separated by the glass. She could clearly see Melvin Winson’s trembling body and how he moved the woman’s hand in front of him. He leaned down and gently kissed the back of her hand.

bear to witness the scene

life. In just a few short decades, who could know whether tomorrow

thing is to cherish the present, isn’t

a leave of absence,

the evening, Melvin Winson contacted the crematorium and

urn, the members of the Nan family sat in the lounge to rest. Melvin Winson was completely immersed in grief and couldn’t

his way to the square

Murphy walked over and sat beside him, silently accompanying him. Matt, the loyal companion, didn’t say a word. It was Melvin Winson who

pounding his chest. “Now I truly understand that feeling. It hurts, it hurts

man, he appeared so desperate and sorrowful that Veronica Murphy couldn’t help but

had a car accident and survived, she was devastated. “But I