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Andrew's response to the secretary's briefing was a curt "hmm," devoid of emotion.

Once alone, Andrew set aside his writing instrument and retrieved medication from his clothing. He swallowed a trio of tablets in one go.

His physical condition was deteriorating, necessitating increased dosages of his prescriptions.

His physician recommended consulting a mental health professional.

Yet Andrew gently caressed my image in the photograph, his gaze brimming with undisguised affection.

I experienced a sense of hollowness, as if a part of my being had vanished.

It was my emotional connection to Andrew that had dissipated.

My already faint essence grew increasingly insubstantial, verging on nonexistence.

The celestial messenger of mortality informed me that my time in this realm had concluded.

It had granted me an opportunity to observe the earthly attachments I struggled to relinquish.

In slumber, I visited the subconscious minds of my mother, father, and younger sibling.