They said, "his heart stopped beating."
They said, "The accident has been fatal."
Nonone knew, that his heart had stopped beating for a long time now. All it did wsa pump blood .
They closed his eyes.
It was not a good omen they said,
Little did they knew, his eyes had stopped seeing the world a long time ago, it now, only looked at things.
They covered him with a blanket, "he'll get cold," they said.
But his body has been numb for quite some time now.
Clothes to him had become a mere piece of decoration .
"Did you remember the last time he was happy ?" whispered his Friends among each other.
His father also joined, hearing the question.
"He was not happy ? But he never told us anything." his father asked, stunned.
"He had changed alot lately." replied one of his friend.
"He refused yo gou out with us, refused to take our calls, even refused to meet any of us."
"What changed him so much .?" asked his father sadly.
Just then, his best friend spoke,
"Who knoes Uncle, maybe the fact that his parents were not even free to talk to him.
Or maybe the fact that money meant more to them than their only son .
The fact that he was his own father, and mother.
Also maybe the fact that he knew about this diesease but his parents did not, have the energy to even , care for the fact that their son was dying."
"son...".