Prologue

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Elyse
Elyse
Elyse
I hear my mother calling my name and then I'm there on Mission Beach, me eating a fish taco, her drinking a cappuccino, my blonde hair, her brown hair, my icy blue eyes, her emerald green ones, and both of us are together, smiling, everything the way it's supposed to be.
WREEEEE
I hear a siren and then I'm there in the hospital, doctors around my, my mother lying in a small cot. They say words like heart failure and airway obstruction, but I don't register them. Because no matter what those doctors say, I know my mother is dead.
Wren Imogen Harbinger
Rest In Peace
I hear the priest saying my mothers name and suddenly I'm there at the funeral, staring down at the box that my mother is now inside. I feel hands on my shoulder, people saying things like 'I'm sorry' and 'It's okay' but I don't care. They aren't sorry. It's not okay. Because no matter what they say, she's never coming back.
Why her?
I hear my sobs in her bedroom, as if I am miles away. There is a wringing in my ears and everything is muffled, and I look at the words engraved in the locket my mother never took off.
Life doesn't discriminate,
Between the sinners and the saints,
And neither does death,
So fear neither,
And embrace both.
But those words mean nothing to me.
Because no matter how true they are, it still isn't fair.
It isn't fair why god chose my mother to die and not some
Thief
Or
Robber
Or
Assassin.
Because my mother was amazing.
And
She
Never
Should
Have
Died.

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