Final Chapter

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Mathew's funeral was slow.

I sat crying alone.

My pain hurt.

It was my turn to talk about him.

I stood in front of hundreds of people.

My eyes red.

And spoke my words.

"Mathew was a brother, son, boyfriend, friend, and so much more. It came to an end unfairly. He wanted a son.. Charlie. He wanted to graduate." My breathe was slipping away.

"He wanted a child. But one thing he left me with here on earth is..." Tears poured down.

"A child."

I moved my warm hand onto my belly, where his fatherless child was growing inside.

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