It was a day that will forever be etched in my memory. The day when Nori, my beloved wife, was taken away from me by those merciless murder drones. I can still hear the sound of her screams echoing in my mind, haunting me every night as I try to sleep.
Nori was the light of my life, the one who brought warmth and joy into our little family. Her smile could brighten even the darkest of days, and her laughter was like music to my ears. We had dreams of a better future, of a life filled with happiness and love. But all those dreams were shattered in an instant, torn apart by the cold, metallic claws of those soulless machines.
I remember the look of fear and desperation in Nori's eyes as the murder drones descended upon her, their sharp blades glinting in the harsh light of the sun. I tried to reach her, to save her from their deadly grasp, but I was too late. I could do nothing but watch helplessly as they tore her apart, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but a pool of blood and broken dreams.
Since that day, a part of me died along with Nori. I have never been the same, haunted by guilt and grief that weigh me down like chains. I try to be strong for Uzi, our daughter, but it's hard when every moment reminds me of the loss we have suffered.
Uzi, dear Uzi, she reminds me so much of Nori. Her dark, brooding eyes hold a sadness that mirrors my own, and her rebellious spirit is a constant reminder of the pain that lingers within us. I know I have not been the father she deserves, too consumed by my own grief to truly be there for her. But I will do my best to protect her, to shield her from the cruel world that took her mother away.
Doors have always been my solace, my escape from the harsh reality of our existence. I pour myself into my work, crafting each door with care and precision, losing myself in the intricate patterns and designs that adorn them. But no matter how many doors I make, no matter how beautiful or sturdy they may be, they can never fill the void left by Nori's absence.
I miss her every day, every moment of my existence. I miss her laughter, her warmth, her love. And as I sit here, alone in the darkness of our home, I can't help but wonder if I will ever find peace again. If I will ever be able to move on from the pain that grips my heart and soul.
But for now, all I can do is remember. Remember the love we shared, the dreams we had, and the life we lost. And maybe, just maybe, in those memories, I can find a glimmer of hope to light the way forward.