Achilles' Point of View:
The room was filled with anticipation as I answered the ringing phone, my tone hopeful. "Hello, doctor. Is everything okay?"
I watched as my expression shifted from curiosity to shock within seconds, my grip on the phone tightening. The doctor's voice on the other end seemed distant, the words hitting me like a freight train. "Mr. Roman? This is Mr. Diaz's doctor. We're very sorry to inform you that Mr. Diaz committed suicide some time ago. He had left…"
The message faded into thin air as the phone slipped from my fingers and fell to the ground with a dull thud. The silence that followed was suffocating, the weight of the words echoing in the room like a deafening scream. It couldn't be real. It couldn't.
