Grieve

Shock, pain, anger and grief were some of the emotions that held Dan-Han rooted by the door with his eyes painfully fixed on his mother.

Was this real? This had got to be a joke. It wasn't true. It couldn't be real. He told himself in denial.

He took subconscious steps towards her, and he felt his heart sink as she remained lifeless on the bed. With each step he took, his heart constricted tightly till he reached her side.

"M-om", He gently called as his eyes fell on the same hand which had caressed his cheek minutes ago, and a low growl escaped his lips when he felt a huge lump on his throat.

He looked at her face, and a bitter yet derisive jeer rolled off his lips when he saw the smile that parted her lips. She must have known, and that was why she left while he was gone, with no one by her side. Was she happy to leave?