Isaac opened the letters stacked up on the table one by one. While tearing the tip of the letter, he glanced around the house. Dirty clothes and books were thrown everywhere. The house smelled from his odour and it was stuffy. The floor hasn't been swept or mopped. Sticky isn't even the word to describe it anymore. His house was utterly, ridiculously, absurdly, beyond-words-ly dirty. Who cares, anyway? He didn't even bother thinking of cleaning it. He took out the paper in the envelope and began to read...
"Dear Isaac,
We are sorry for your loss..."
Most of the letters were more or less written with these words. Uncontrollably, his tears began to flow. It was just five months into their marriage. They were having a baby. He was getting a promotion. Their future was bright. But it was all gone... In all one swoop, in one incident, in one unfortunate accident.
It was an usually bright day in London. Isaac's heart was leaping with joy that day when he got the news from his boss that he was being considered to be promoted to the position of Finance Manager. He took out his cellphone and dialed to his wife.
"Come on, pick up pick up.... Hel..hello? Laura?? Honey??" he said excitingly.
"Yes honey?? I am driving now... Is this important?" she asked.
"Oh yes... Boss just told me that I will have a...." he tried to tell her when the phone suddenly went dead.
And it came to this point... Where he had no hope in life. His life went from top of the world, to the bottomest pit of pits. Shattered, broken... Since then, his career took a nose dive. From being promotion hopeful to being a disheartened worker. He got fired 2 months ago. With no income, his bills were piling up but he was numb to it. He didn't bother or care. He felt empty.... He felt all these meaningless... He turned colder and colder and colder as his heart yearns for Laura's voice again.
Then the door bell rang...
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