"Life is like photography. You use the negatives to develop."
-Ziad K. Abdelnour
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The sky mourned with the people of Bezmun. It rained the night before and until morning, when the king passed away peacefully.
Some people gathered in the chapel to pray for him. When he was declared dead, the big bell sounded, echoing their cries toward the entire kingdom.
Prince Hinrik sat inside his father's now empty bedchamber. The sheets were stripped off from the mattress.
Even the curtains were changed.
The prince thought about the king's last moment. He had held Hinrik's hands and smiled at him, mouthing sorry before closing his eyes forever.
He ran his hand along the mattress, remembering his father's face trying to get over the feeling of his heart being torn to pieces.
"In the end, you never got to keep your promise," Hinrik murmured. He didn't want to sound resentful, but he knew he must have.
