He stood in front of the old house,
now empty and cold,
where laughter once echoed through the halls.
The rooms were silent,
filled only with the memories of what used to be,
a life that was meant to be shared,
but ended in solitude.
The walls,
once vibrant with the colors of their dreams,
now seemed to close in on him,
a reminder that some stories end not with a ban,
but with the quiet fading of everything they once held dear.
