Akshat closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to center himself. The air around him felt thick,too heavy to breathe properly. The paper in his hand felt like it was burning. He wanted to disappear. Or scream. Or just stop time. But instead, he opened his eyes slowly, and his gaze landed on his mother,still crouched on the floor, trembling, shattered.
He knelt back down beside her.

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