Trapped

The cold wind howled, biting against the skin like needles, and the chill seeped through every pore of Eric's body, making his robust frame shiver involuntarily.

John, clad in a black coat, noticed the flicker of pain on Eric's face and sighed silently.

If Ella and Elias truly met with misfortune this time, Eric might never recover for the rest of his life.

A man who feels too deeply gains no advantages. Take Lucas, for example.

Even at the pinnacle of his career, what did it amount to? Success without anyone to share it with, joy that resonated with no one—this loneliness of life is understood only by those who endure it. 

It was a kind of pain that cut straight to the bone.

If Eric really lost both his beloved son and wife, he wouldn't take his own life, but like so many others, he would live out his days in desolation, alone until his last breath.