The night pressed in on Love’s apartment, but her mind was miles away, trapped in a prison of her own fears. The phantom cries of her parents echoed in her ears, and the gruesome image of her brother's blood-soaked corpse flashed behind her eyes—a vision she desperately tried to shake, but couldn’t.
As the saying goes, the terror of losing a loved one is so profound that it smothers every positive thought, no matter how hard one fights to cling to hope.

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