Richard
"Regina..." I called out her name, hoping for a response, but only the echo of my own voice answered me. She is no more. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I realized the truth. She was gone.
The silence that followed was deafening, as if the world had come to a standstill. Memories of our shared laughter and conversations flooded my mind, making her absence even more unbearable. It was a painful realization that I would never hear her voice again.
"Richard....," I turned my head to the voice and saw Charles standing there, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"Go away..." I shouted through clenched teeth, my anger and grief intertwining in a volatile mix. Charles flinched at my outburst, but he didn't leave. Instead, he took a step closer, his voice filled with empathy as he softly said, "I understand your pain, Richard."
"You understand my pain," I shouted with a bitter laugh, my voice laced with sarcasm. "How could you possibly understand? You didn't lose her; I
