Adam waited patiently for the doctor, yes he was waiting for the news. He was waiting to receive his wife with a beautiful baby, he wanted to be called a father and he wanted to smile again.
The doctor walked out of room 3B with a somber face, his eyes cast downward. He emerged from the theater with a slow and deliberate pace. What's making him act so slowly all of a sudden? His shoulders slumped slightly, weighed down by the gravity of the news he was about to share. Adam hoped it would be good news.
As he approached, Adam was already waiting anxiously for his result, resembling the anticipation of students when their grades are posted on notice boards. He mirrored their nervous energy perfectly.
 The doctor's gaze met Adam's anxious face, as Adam eagerly waited for him to speak. Though the doctor's expression hinted at the truth, to Adam, it felt like deciphering a poem. Understanding the message would require time, like unraveling the layers of a complex verse.
His eyes were red-rimmed, a hint of tears held back, as he struggled to find the words to deliver the most anticipated message to Adam.
He opened his mouth, his voice very low and gentle, but more sensitive.
"I'm very sorry, young man but your wife and three daughters didn't make it." The words hung in the air like a cloudy sky preparing to release its tears. The doctor patted him on the shoulder and walked away.
Adam froze, he was lost, at the moment he was out of his body, the news wasn't what he expected. He staggered when he heard the information, then grabbed the nurse by the collar, his eyes filled with shock.
He didn't believe that Veronica was dead with his 3 beautiful daughters, he waited this far to be a father but life turned against him by taking his wife and his children away.
"Take heart, everything happened for a reason." The nurse comforted him.
"If everything happens for a reason then why my wife and unborn babies? Tell me." He held him in the collar.
"Adam, I'm sorry, but I promise you tomorrow will bring a better day for you," he consoled.
"But this is just 12:02. Will i wait this long for tomorrow to come with a better day?" He asked letting go of the doctor's collar. He sat on the floor.
The doctor was sad, he shook his head and left, he felt his pain but he couldn't bring back life, once gone is gone forever.
Mr Toe walked out of room 3A, his face filled up with an adorable smile, his shoulder spread like a pride peacock, and his movement talked faster than his mouth, he was stressed but the stress was overwhelmed by something else. His eyes landed on Adam who was struggling to believe what just happened to him. His expression twisted like a tragic mask from the ancient theater, torn between joy and the agony of the event. He should have reveled in happiness, but the circumstances demanded anguish. His gaze lingered on Adam, longing to offer solace, yet feeling utterly helpless. With tears silently streaming down his cheeks, he turned away, the weight of unspoken sorrow heavy on his shoulders as he left the hospital.
Adam was barred from entering the room. He stood outside, consumed by an overwhelming sense of dread as he waited. Eventually, he watched in despair as the covered bodies were pushed out on gurneys. With a sinking heart, he rushed forward and confirmed what he had feared most: Veronica was gone.
After some hours he stood up and staggered out of the hospital, the nurses tried stopping him.
"I'm okay, he said with a broken voice." lifting his hand. He walked out of the hospital.
   ********Adam's Mansion*******
Adam stumbled through the gate, his unsteady feet wobbling beneath him like a newborn giraffe's. His arms flailed wildly as he struggled to maintain balance, clutching the bottle tightly in his hand as if it were a treasure map.
 The bottle in his hand nearly empty, dangles precariously, threatening to slip from his grasp at any moment.
His glassy, unfocused eyes stared blankly ahead, absorbing nothing of his surroundings. His mouth hung open, a silent testament to his numbed state.
His gait slow, as if his feet are stuck in quicksand, He lurches forward, nearly falling, before catching himself with a wild grab at the air.
His shirt was disheveled, and his pants hung precariously low. His hair was scattered, making him appear unkempt.
As he makes his way through the compound, he bumps into things and stumbled over them. He was drunk. I could vividly recall how Veronica told him to stop drinking but that was in the past, she's gone and forever gone. Who will stop him from getting drunk, nobody absolutely nobody.
He moved slowly, he was disturbed by her memory. He recalls the good times with his wife, he recalls the best moments, and how they laughed and played together.
He made it directly to the door, he holds the knob. He recalled the day Veronica told him that she was pregnant it was the best news to him but the news took his wife away forever.
"Why? Why? It's all my fault." He screamed, and he blamed himself for Veronica's death. 
He sat on the floor. "Why she, why now that everything is okay for our family." He laments.
He stood up and walked to the yard of the house. He stares at the mango tree, he recalls how Veronica nearly took her life but he saved her. But who will save him now? nobody.
He dropped the bottle and picked up the rope. "Veronica, without you the world is nothing."
"I rather be with you than live in this lonely world." He wiped off his tears, tied the rope around his neck, and climbed the mango tree.
He looked down from the top, shrugged, and tied the rope around the branch. He closed his eyes and jumped off the branch.
He struggles to breathe, his legs shake, his eyes pop, and he surrendered his life to death, he was gone.
If there's anything like life after death then he will surely meet her again.