Part one...

the crisp gush of air ran through the window and a lone silhouette layed still on the bed. the room was silent, perhaps too quiet, even though five shadows stood out among the floating dust, made visible by the streams of ray luminating the walls and ceiling. the mother, the father, brother, best friend george and a girl. guilt and sorrow were part of the mixture of expressions shown on their faces, surrounding the boy that was layed on the bed.

it would be a lie if all five of them though he was still sleeping, and it wouldn't be necessary to be around him if he's still breathing and warm. but he's not.

subtle tears broke out from the ladies' eyes and the men remained pale, blinking frequently to save their pride from flowing down their cheeks while their turn their heads and take glances on the body.

the mother went down on her knees, both hands grasping his right hand and continued crying.