They say when you're dead you feel no pain. Well if that was true, then Maethel must be alive. She knows that's not true. She's dead as can be. However, the sight of her cold body sprawled on the bed, cheeks white as ice, her hair too losing its natural glow, had her in more pain than she'd ever been in her life. She looked next to the bed and saw her brother. She wanted to tell him that everything would be fine. That she's fine.
She couldn't do anything and that was true pain.
She watched as he held tighter onto her arm hoping to wake her up, knowing she was long gone. It broke her heart to see him so broken, how small he looked as he hunched over her bed. He's still young yet his sister saw the will to live slowly diminish from his eyes. She wanted to cry yet not tears came.
Ghosts don't cry. Ghosts can't cry. Ghosts can't feel emotions.
So many questions ran through her mind. Why? Why did this have to happen to her? Why now?
Panic set in as she screamed, clinging onto his arm trying to get his attention. She knew it was pointless. He couldn't feel her, he couldn't even see her. No one could. She would now only live on in their memories.
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his exception
FanfictionThorin Oakenshield hated elves. But she was something different. She was his only exception. 'I feel somewhat sad... that his hate for dwarves overpowered his love for his own daughter... me.'
