I was totally down when I was told Charles died, two. Two hours ago we were both having a deep conversation before he told me he needed to get things done at home. He drove rapidly as he waved his hand to me, and I waved back immediately with a smile that came directly from my heart.
I wanted to say maybe he was attacked by some duo, but there was a concrete proof that showed me he was in an accident.
I wasn't able to believe it, even after he was buried, they were. It was like a dream, and I was so much conscious enough to hear a voice that would say
"it, "It was just a prank."
No! No one could tell me that to my face, they. They were all crying profusely, and it came like a real image of him.
His cute face went, and I almost runran mad.