T/w - suicide, mention of blood.

A small bonus short story (that doesn't have BTS) because I like even numbers.

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Manav sat there listening to his father talk about his first ever crush. He never knew his dad to be of the romantic type.

"She wasn't the most beautiful. She was average. Average at everything. But her heart, her heart was of gold." He sniffs a little remembering about their memories together. It was all very new to Manav. Seeing his dad like this broke his heart a little.

"I never knew how much she loved me. I was a fool to never see the way she looked at me."

Manav thought his dad was talking about his mother but his tone changed to a sadder one. He gathered up the courage to finally ask him, "Dad, it isn't mom you are talking about, right?" and felt guilty as soon as he asked it. His dad smiled at him and stood up, "Let's go for a walk son."

He followed his dad to a nearby park. It was late at night and the sky was full of stars. The cold wind makes Manav put his hands back in his pockets. As they were walking, his dad suddenly stopped in front of a grave.

Aisha Singhal – 1982 to 2016

His dad turned to him and said with tears in his eyes, "It was love at first sight. I never knew how much she loved me." and points at a grave behind Manav. He turns to see the name on it.

Ram Singhal – 1980 to 2016

He turns towards his father but he was gone. He wants to shout his name but it seems as if his voice was gone. He fell on his knees and sobs inaudibly. "Dad...I am sorry dad I couldn't save mom.... you would have lived!"

He still has a long way to go. The path he came on seems lonelier now. He reached his apartment to only find it empty and cold. He sits down on the same chair he imagined his dad sitting and replayed the events of that day.

"That accident...it was my fault..." his fingers dangerously playing with the trigger of the gun.

"The family portrait will now be complete if I just...." he places the gun on the side of his head.

Bang!

Blood oozes from Manav's head as his eyes keep staring at that void in the corner of the room. The void is filled with the screams of his parents as the fire engulfs them.

He shuts his eyes, for the last time, as he thinks about the happy memories of his mom and dad.

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