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Death from Another Point of View

By @pieinthetardis

Short Story

It was dark, so dark, dark and silent, at least until the crying started. Once the crying started I wished for the silence to take over again. It did not. It was so hard to hear those wails and not be able to move, to hug them and tell them I can still hear them, that I am still here. When I was alive I never would have thought that death was like being in permanent paralysis. You can hear everything, feel everything, see everything; not that, that is much considering your eyes are closed. So when my coffin was opened for the final goodbyes and my husband came up with a bouquet of sunflowers and kissed my cheek, I felt the tears that ran from his eyes and I felt the quiver of his lips as he whispered “I love you” for the last time. It’s impossible to describe the agony of hearing words of happiness in such a bitter tone. My heart may have already stopped but with those three words it was not only cold, but broken.

And as they lowered me into the dirt I heard the voice of my little girl. She sounded confused and hopeless, so unlike the normal giggling child she usually is. “Stop.. Daddy why are you letting them do that? Mommy—” and then it was silent.

It is dark, so dark, so dark and silent.

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