James laid on his bed again. He stared at his ceiling. He just wished things could go back to the way they were. He covered his face with his balled up blanket as he gasped for air. He missed the thought of the four of them sitting down and watching tv together. Playing games together, and overall just being together. James loved his family, but now they were gone, and he couldn't accept that, but he didn't want to deny it, he wasn't sure what to feel except for sadness. He threw his hands down to his sides, breathing slowly.
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Five Stages of Grief
Historia Cortasee how a boy handles his parents' deaths in this short story, with only 100 words for each stage.
