Inkwell and Paper

She Died


The wind howled like a wounded lost animal. The windows rattled a little. I found myself afraid to close my eyes. I didn’t want anything significant to happen while I slept. Rest was the furthest from my mind.

Times like these brought back memories of her smile and her infectious laughter. A light shone through her broken body, but her heart wasn’t broken.

She quietly took her last breath while I slept.

I never want that to happen again.


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