it has been twelve hours since he left his office. no texts or calls. nothing. you thought you should check up on him. you knock on his door, but no response. you slowly open up the door, to see him in the corner crying his eyes out. you rush over to his side.

you stroke his hair and rub his back until he starts talking to you. he was heartbroken. he spoke up, “my m-mums g-gone…”.