Hirvan buried his face with his hands, feeling the hot tears welling up in his eyes.
His body trembled as a sob escaped his parched lips. The ach in his heart depended with every passing second.
Why?
Why did this have to happen to him?
His mind raced with shame, guilt and hopelessness.
Was it wrong of him to go to the bar? Why?
He even did not touch any alcohol!
Why? Why did everything fall apart?
He thought that next month he would return, apologise to them, and mend their relationship. He had hoped at least he could fix it, that he could be with them.
But now?
That hope was crushed, shattered beyond repair.
His chest tightened from the sarrow, his whole body shaking as another sob escaped from his cracked lips, this time louder.
"Oh God…" he cried out into the silent room.