Music Recommendation: Don't be Voyeur with me- Michael Giacchino
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A young Vincent was in shock.
All he could hear was the rustling of the nearby trees because of the wind and a bird that in the distance made a sound. He could still hear his mother's last words, echoing in his ears before they turned distant as if fading into the background.
His mother no longer trembled in pain or cold. Instead, her head lay still on his lap and refused to wake up again.
"M-mother… Wake up," the boy whispered with eyes full of tears. "Please…." He begged.
Seconds passed by and turned into a minute. And though Katherina had passed away, the blood didn't stop dripping on the ground, which now touched Vincent's legs and invaded his senses.
