The following day,Marcus sat alone in his dimly lit study, surrounded by memories of his wife Tara. Today would have been her birthday, and the pain of her loss still felt like an open wound.
He stared blankly at the old photo of Tara and him, taken on her last birthday. They were both smiling, arms around each other, and for a moment, Marcus felt like he was back in that moment, reliving the happiness and joy.
But the pain quickly snapped him back to reality. Marcus's eyes dropped, and he felt a lump form in his throat. He missed Tara so much, and the thought of living without her was still unbearable.
Marcus's mind wandered back to the memories of Tara's last days. He remembered the pain, the suffering, and the helplessness he felt as he watched her life slip away.
As the tears streamed down his face, Marcus felt a wave of grief wash over him. He wept for Tara, for the life she would never live, and for the memories they would never make.
In an attempt to numb the pain, Ma
