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| Rating: Trainee Summary: Pain so deep that you do not know if there will ever be an end. Disclaimer: If any is to be made in a story without names, any characters involved belong to their creators and his/her affiliates. Note: Death is part of life, but that never makes the aftermath easy. My confidant and best friend passed away on 1 May 2005. My bed is now empty and after fifteen years of life, nearly eleven of it spent with me, Patches is now waiting for me in the next room to come in my time. | ||
I never understood why before. Not until today, not until this moment. Television and movies always had scenes where the main character would hold the body of a fallen comrade, friend, or lover and cry. I never understood why until now. It is a desperate need to hold on, to convince yourself that it is not true. It did not happen. It is a hold of hope that you will begin breathing again, that your heart will start its rhythmic breathing. Your eyes will sparkle with life and laughter. I wish I never had to understand why. | ||
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