Gloomy

Blaze sat before his mother's doctor, head bowed and shoulders slumped in defeat.

The events of the last three hours had left him feeling tragic, his world now shrouded in complete darkness. His face was a mask of gloom, his eyes reflecting the brokenness within and his spirit crushed under the weight of the doctor's words.

His phone was ringing every now and then but he didn't bother taking any of his call. He was too demoralised to speak to anyone when his mother was lying lifeless in the intensive care unit, strapped to a live support machine.

"But h...how..." Blaze said in a trembling voice, fighting the urge to shed tears at his mother's volatile state.