He had been born in this house, grew up in it. After moving away to fight in the war he had returned a broken man and lived here with his parents until they passed on. Left alone with his demons he had found it difficult and had slowly let both home and himself fall into decay. He used to sit by the window as the light would shine across his lap in the afternoon. He didn't read, but the light comforted him, nonetheless. It stilled his thoughts. Then one day he came to his chair no more...
October 6th, 2020
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