THIRTY-NINE

AUTHOR’S POV:

The room was filled with smoke as the fireplace was ignited with multiple photographs of familiar people burning inside as if someone was trying to remove the itching pain by burning their faces in the burning fireplace. As if that could ease the pain and give them peace.

The door knocked but the man sitting in front of the fireplace didn’t budge his eyes from the burning photographs which were burning into ashes. The whole room was in dark as it was only the fire which was igniting the room. The closed curtains didn’t allow the moonlight to peek through them and enter the room which was giving the glimpse of a graveyard at that time as the silence was so dreadful that could make your spine shudder.

“Sir…” The man entered the room with dripping blood from his right arm while there was black coal powdered on his face. His breathings were harsh and small while his eyes held the fear of turning just like the photos in few minutes.

“Sir…” He tried to say something again with