“I loved you. I still do.” Tears run down her face and drop from her cheeks. She looks at the lifeless body, the closed eyes and takes one hand, as she used to. It feels cold and limp. “Do you remember as a child, when you came running towards me, jumped on my lap and gave me long hugs whenever I wasn’t feeling well? Now, when I need you the most, you are not even here to hold my hands.” Her voice was weak and she stuttered, but she knew he could hear her. It was then when she noticed how peaceful he looked, as if he was in a long, deep sleep, waiting to be woken up. Remember, I will always be there for you. The lines from his last note went through her mind. Don’t ask why. Don’t blame it on yourselves. Why didn’t she know? Isn’t it her job as a mother to care for her children? Why didn’t he say anything? She started to cry again, as the organ finished the last song, and the priest spoke the last words. “The lord gave and the lord has taken away.” Then, silence.
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I thought this was beautiful. I also like Clairedelune. Have you thought about writing?
This is really quite wonderful. I’ve not seen writing of this quality in some time. I really recommend that you write, and I have a few recommendations where you could go to really put forth this fantastic writing ability of yours. I’m a member of a writer’s RPG that’s always looking for role-players who are intelligent, capable authors, of which you clearly are one. And lemme tell you, RPing definitely can take your mind off of these thoughts. It’s an excellent escape, one we sometimes desperately need.
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