"It was a normal summer day; even the slight chirping of birds could be heard. However, after a while, they were lost in the noise of cars and other vehicles passing by.

He woke up late as he used to stay up late at night for his work. He stayed awake until about 3 o'clock in the night, or you could say early in the morning. When he finished his work, it was already 2:30, and after that, he went to his room for some sleep. But before he could reach his bed, he heard some strange voices.

After hearing those voices, he looked around.

"Where did that voice come from?" he wondered, feeling a little concerned.

Even after looking around, when he didn't know where the voices were coming from, he thought that it was just his imagination. He had been awake for a long time to finish his work, and he should get some rest. But even after lying in bed, he couldn't sleep for a long time. The voice he heard was becoming louder each time.

He covered his ears with his hands, hoping the noise would subside, but it didn't work as he expected.

After a while, the loud sounds that had become unbearable slowed down a bit, almost to the point of being inaudible. When he finally fell asleep, it was almost 3 o'clock in the morning.

But now it's 8:30 in the morning, and he's getting late for college. His first class starts at 10 o'clock, and he has just woken up. If he hurries, he can reach college on time without being late for his class.

In a rush, he freshened up to go to college, brushing his teeth and taking a quick shower. He got ready quickly.

He realized that he was wearing his T-shirt the wrong way, with the wrong design and visible stitching. He quickly corrected it.

Then he went to the prayer area, stood in a suitable position for prayer, and closed his eyes in prayer for some time.

The place of worship had idols of Gods as well as three photo frames on the wall. He wasn't just worshipping Gods; he was also paying tribute to his family members. Sadness could be seen on his face.

Tears formed in his eyes as he paid tribute to his family. He wiped his tears and strengthened his heart to hold back more tears.

After praying, he decided to prepare for college to avoid forgetting anything.

After getting his things ready, he went to the fridge for breakfast, hoping there would be some leftovers he could eat. Contrary to his expectation, there was nothing left to eat except a few instant noodles, a packet of bread, and a bottle of milk.

So he decided to have the bread and milk for breakfast as he was getting late. He quickly took them out from the fridge and ate while standing in front of it.

While eating, he began to remember the time he spent with his family when they were alive.

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His mother used to wake him and his brother for school every day. His brother also slept in the same room. After they got up, their mother would prepare breakfast.

His younger brother, still half-asleep, would often bump into walls while walking.

"Well, who could blame him? He was very young at that time," he thought, recalling how often his brother fell.

"Idiot," he muttered affectionately, a tear escaping his eye as he remembered. He saw his family right in front of him.He dropped the bread and milk bottle, rushing to stand near them.

He became even more emotional seeing the scene unfold: his brother waiting for breakfast, his mother cooking, and his father grumbling about the state of the country while watching the news.

Grief overwhelmed him, and he got down on his knees. He was reliving the last day he saw his family.

It was his brother's birthday, and his parents had gone hiking to celebrate. Ray was excited as he had never been to a mountain before.

He knew that what he was seeing was an illusion he had created, but he was refusing to believe it.

"Forgive me, forgive me," he whispered, apologizing to his family. He wished he had been with them to prevent the accident.

He was crying not only because his parents and brother were dead, but because he was reliving the day of the car accident.

On that day, he left for school earlier than usual due to club activities. He wanted to go with them, but he couldn't.

He had planned a surprise party for his brother for when they returned, but they never did.

And what he was seeing was from that day. All his family members were present in that scenario, reminding him of their absence.

"Why am I the only one alive? I should have gone with them. If I had, the accident wouldn't have happened."

He was overwhelmed by guilt, feeling responsible for their deaths.

"Please... please forgive me," he begged, tears flowing down his cheeks as he knelt, eyes fixed on the ground. The tears formed a pool on the floor.

While he grieved not being with them, he heard laughter and conversation.

A gasp escaped his mouth as he raised his head and saw his family having breakfast, talking to each other.

He desperately wanted to join in their conversation, from which he was excluded.

"Mom, dad, Ray," he called out, catching his parents' attention. Ray, however, remained engrossed in his food.

His mother looked at him lovingly, while his father's expression was emotionless. Ray looked at him annoyed.

He wanted to laugh at Ray's annoyance but tears kept falling from his eyes. Even though he knew it was his imagination, he wanted to live in that moment.

Deciding to seize the moment, he smiled through his tears. He responded to their call and stood up, walking towards the table.

As he approached the table, pulled a chair to sit next to Ray, the figures of his family began to dissipate like smoke in the air until they disappeared.

"Mom, dad, Ray, don't go, don't leave me alone. I can't live without you. Take me with you. I'm afraid of being alone. Take me with you," he pleaded, shouting and crying as he reached for the vanishing figures.

His family disappeared before his eyes, leaving him in despair.

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Sounds of crying emanated from Kalki's room. Neighbors in adjacent rooms heard it and realized the boy was sad.

Concerned, some neighbors decided to console him. They knocked on his door.

"Son, are you okay?" a worried woman's voice could be heard.

His crying stopped momentarily upon hearing her voice.

The woman spoke again, expressing her concern and offering help.

The door opened, revealing the young boy. He avoided making eye contact and stared at the floor.

He couldn't remember people's faces after losing his family in a car accident. He remembered only his family members' faces and found it hard to express his feelings.

Seeing the boy lost in his thoughts, the woman continued to express her concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked again.

She shared her experience of losing a family member and encouraged him to move on for their sake.

Other neighbors also offered encouraging words.

He calmed down a bit, responding that he was fine and thanked them.

As the neighbors left, the woman was still worried about him.

The door closed shut, covering the woman.

Kalki lay down on his bed, crumbling in on himself.