I know it's her the moment I stepped into her room.
She has aged, wrinkels cover her face and a few grey hairs stick out in her otherwise dark hair. But she is still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
I kneel down next to her bed and let the tears flow.
'Jamie', I whimper, and let my head hit the soft mattress to cry and grieve for her life.
I feel a touch on my shoulder and look up, for the first time in decades her eyes meet mine. Her ghost looks just like I remember. Dark hair, blue eyes, a smile that takes my breath away.
'Lune', she greets me. I stand up, reaching for her and she meets me halfway. We hug and cry and I feel like I'm finally complete again after such a long time.
'I'm sorry', I whisper.
'I missed you', she answers and I close my eyes.
'I missed you, too.'
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When Death Falls In Love
FantasyI am Death. But even Death has a heart. This is a short story gxg
