Heartbreak

The boy's world shattered into a million tiny pieces the day his mother left him. She had been his guiding light, his source of strength, and the one person who understood him like no other. Through the long battle with illnesses, she had fought valiantly, but her body had grown weary, and her spirit was ready to rest.

His mother's once vibrant eyes had slowly dimmed over the past two years, losing 90% of their sight. Yet, she never lost sight of her love for her son. She poured her heart into him, teaching him life's lessons, and nurturing his dreams. The boy reciprocated that love by being his mother's eyes, guiding her through the darkness that had enveloped her world.

Every day was a relentless struggle, but the boy never wavered. He would walk beside her, holding her hand as they ventured outside, describing the world around them in vivid detail. He learned to navigate the labyrinth of doctors' appointments, prescription refills, and endless paperwork, becoming her unwavering support.

In those moments when his mother's pain was unbearable, he would hold her hand and whisper comforting words, even though his own heart ached with helplessness. He longed to ease her suffering, to bring back the light to her eyes, but fate had dealt them a cruel hand.

Then, one fateful night, as the world slept, his mother slipped away silently. The boy awoke to find her lifeless body beside him, her face serene and at peace. The tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes as he held onto her lifeless hand, his heart breaking into a million more pieces.

Grief consumed him, drowning him in a sea of regrets. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he hadn't done enough for her in her final months. The weight of guilt crushed his spirit, suffocating the love that had always been their lifeline.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, but the boy remained trapped in his sorrow. He withdrew from the world, forsaking friends, and family, and became a shadow of his former self. The once bright and curious boy was now a hollow shell, forever haunted by what could have been.

As time marched on, life moved forward without him. The world outside his window continued to spin, but he felt frozen in time. The seasons changed, and the flowers bloomed and withered, but he remained locked in the cold grip of despair.

The boy's story, with all its potential for love and redemption, came to a tragic end. The weight of guilt, the unbearable loss, and the absence of his mother's love proved too heavy a burden to bear. And so, with a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, he bid farewell to the world that had lost its colors, joining his mother in eternal sleep.

In that sad ending, the boy and his mother found solace, their love forever entwined in the realms beyond. And though the world would never know the depths of their pain, their story serves as a reminder of the fragility of life, the power of love, and the devastating consequences of a heart left untouched by healing.