I didn't think you would let her die.
"Maxwell."
You let her die.
"Maxwell, what more could I have done? She was suffering."
Anything. You could've healed her, saved her from this. You could've saved me from this.
"Maxwell."
But no... you let her die.
"Maxwell, I never left. I never left her, and I never left you. I will never leave you. I am here, son."
...you called me 'son'.
"You are mine."
You claim me?
"Always. I am yours. You are mine."
It's four in the morning, and I'm sobbing. A great start to a great day.
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The Chapel
General FictionMaxwell, a teenager in a world of hurt, discovers that something greater is taking place than what meets the eye in his own homelife, school, and neighborhood. He and his new friends team up with a stranger to fix up the old Chapel building near his...
