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6 months later


"Can you believe it, Babe? I got it in for my Master's Degree. Yeah, I know what you're gonna say... I should've taken the job, continued after the internship, it's your company anyway, but, it's a dream not only for me, but my Dad's too, you know."


I sighed deeply and stared into the gravestone where Jennie's name was written.


Jennie kim
A loving daughter, Sister and Friend
September 28, 1996 - March 14, 2024
My heart felt heavier than the clouds hanging low in the sky.


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It had been six long months since Jennie was gone, and me visiting here everyday, but the ache in my chest was still fresh, raw, refusing to fade away like footprints in the sand.


I can't help but think back to that terrible night when she was rushed to the emergency room, the night she left us forever.


I closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain as the memories flood back.


I remember the panic as I raced to the hospital, the bright lights blurring as I ran inside. The hospital smelled strange, all antiseptic and fear.


The chaos in the room, the nurses, the curtain, the defibrillator, the silence after.


The Doctor who delivered the news to me of Jennie's passing was a face I would never forget till the day I die.


"I got tired of asking why did you leave me so soon. Jennie." A tear rolled down my cheek.


"You already told me that this would happen and I know, you would want me to accept it and move on, but how can I?" I reached for her name, tracing the letters with trembling fingers. The etched words felt like a cruel reminder of what I had lost, a silent echo of the pain that echoed in my soul.


"Our love just began, Jennie. How is it I'm alone now? How will I move on if the only thing I want to do is to love you..." The sobs I was trying to stop, burst.


"How am I suppose to pick up the pieces, the pieces of me that shattered when you left me?"


I have no idea how much time had passed and I didn't care.


Being here with jennie gives me a bit of comfort, it's odd considering every time I visit her, the pain I feel never lessens.


"Jennie," I whispered, the sound barely audible over the rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of traffic.

"I miss you."

The pain of her absence was an unyielding ache, a haunting melody that played in the recesses of my mind.

I closed my eyes, trying to conjure her presence, but all that lingered was the echo of her laughter and the ghostly warmth of her touch.


Slowly, I rose to my feet, the weight of my sorrow still pressing down upon me.


I turned my back and threw a last
glance at Jennie's grave.


"I'll see you tomorrow my Love.'


THE END

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