Truth

Charlie's footsteps echoed through the silent hallway as he made his way to his grandfather's room. The funeral had just ended, and the weight of his grief was crushing him. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, his eyes scanning the familiar space. The room was a testament to his grandfather's life, filled with memories and mementos.

His gaze landed on a framed picture of his grandparents, taken in happier times. They were smiling, their eyes shining with love and joy. Charlie's heart ached as he walked closer, his fingers reaching out to touch the glass. He traced the outline of their faces, his mind flooding with memories of the stories his grandfather used to tell him.

He remembered the way his grandfather's eyes would twinkle when he spoke of his grandmother, the way his voice would soften when he talked about their love. Charlie's eyes welled up with tears as he remembered the laughter, the adventures, and the quiet moments they had shared.

"Grandpa," he whispered, his
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