The wind howled through the cracks in the old wooden cabin, but inside, the only sound was the slow, labored breathing of a man hunched over in the dim candlelight. His fingers, calloused and shaking, clutched a faded photograph. The edges were worn, the image almost ghostly—a woman with a smile that once lit his world. Now, she was gone.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest, raw and primal. It wasn’t just grief; it was the weight of years pressing down, of memories too heavy to carry alone. The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in, as if even they couldn’t bear witness to his sorrow.
Outside, the night stretched endlessly, an abyss of darkness. He wanted to scream, to shatter the silence, but all that came was another deep groan—a sound of surrender, of a man finally breaking under the weight of time and loss.
Somewhere in the distance, the trees swayed, whispering secrets to the wind. But inside that lonely cabin, the only voice was the one that could no longer speak—except through the deep, aching groans of a soul unraveling.
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