That day was very quiet. The streets were silent. The wind gently brushed the leaves of the trees. But in this stillness, something clawed at my heart – as if an invisible cry filled the air. That day, I walked the same road once more. The road that always pierced my heart. As I walked, I tried not to look toward Davron’s house. But still, at the corner, I unintentionally noticed a young man leaning against a concrete pole.His hair was disheveled, his clothes covered in dust. He seemed unaware of what was going on around him. Nothing mattered