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Storm and Bliss

Inspired by a prompt given by my lovely kid sister ❤️❤️🤗🤗

 "In storm and bliss, I will be there."



These were your dying words to me, even as I stare at your coffin as they lower you into the dirt, the words echo in my subconscious.

"You lied." I sniffed.

You weren't there.

You weren't there for his birth, or when he took his first step. When he got his got his first bump on the head or when he needed you to hold him, you weren't there.

His first word was "Dada", I cried and cried that day; how you seem to be the first one he called but you weren't there to gloat to me about it or to say how proud you were of him.

You shouldn't have promised Dave, you really shouldn't have.

You're not here. But you could have been.

I told you not to go, but you couldn't bear seeing someone else get hurt, and that was what I loved about you, always so selfless, but it was also what got you killed.

But even though you're not here, I can still feel you, your loving arms around me, your smell—it never left.

I've spent the blissful parts with you Dave, I just never expected to go through the storm without you.

Forever yours,

Roseline.
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