The bright moonlight peeked through the window and Darryl, in his sleep, rolled in the bed reaching for his wife only to find out that she wasn't there and what was left were all cold sheets.
"Babba?" He called for her, but no one responded. A shred of panic came on him knowing Xhemin must have left while he was asleep so he immediately stood up but he was welcomed right away by a cold gushing wind from an open window making him aware that he was still naked. He went forward with the intention to close it but just as he was about to, he saw a silhouette outside, sitting in front of their son's grave and he knew right then he had found what he was looking for. He was bit relieved knowing Xhemin was just outside but there was something about the air that made him too aware that something wasn't going right.
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