"His grave's on the other end. To the extreme right." My brother said in between sobs and I looked at my hands, unable to cry.
But my eyes were burning, not with unshed tears, but with unshed pain.
I accumulated all my grief and it was breaking me.
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I Am Always With You
Short StoryShe can see him. She can feel him. She can sense him. But something is wrong throughout. She was oblivious to the truth. ***** Very very short chapters ahead. || Highest rank #20 in Short Story ||
