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The old man huddled in the chair that's doubled as his bed for the last thirty years.
He spends his time staring at the foot of the staircase that leads to the unused bedrooms.
Tears blur his vision, as sounds of old memories fill his mind, and strangle his heart.
"Help me with him, honey," she'd called from below "he's too heavy for me to manage."
He didn't want them up there; he wanted solitude.
Moments later, loud banging, followed by an eerie silence, filled the house.
His wife and son had fallen down those stairs, leaving him alone forever.

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