THE FADING LIGHT

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FREEN'S MOM POV

"You ungrateful wretch!" Freen's mother slapped Kirk hard across the face.  "How dare you say that to me? I raised you, I clothed you, and this is how you repay me?"

Kirk gave her a bitter smile.

"Raised and clothed?" His voice rose. "I wish you hadn't. If you only made me feel worthless in your family! I'm just an adopted child, am I not? I have no place in your family!"

Kirk's outburst shocked his mother.

"What are you saying, Kirk? We never treated you differently. You're our son, your father's son. But how could you kill your own sibling?!"

Kirk remained speechless, tears streaming down his face, the only answer to his mother's accusation.

Tears welling up
Three years... three years since we lost Freeya, and now this.  "Should have killed you long ago"? That monster...  I never imagined such hatred from him.

It's unbearable. The pain of losing Freeya was already a burden too heavy to bear, and now this... this new information about Kirk's actions... it's like a fresh wound on top of an old one.Voice heavy with grief  freen's dad said.

"The thought that he could have done this to both Freeya and Richie... it's incomprehensible.  They were both so full of life."

"We need to focus on getting justice for them.  The police will handle this, but this new information strengthens the case considerably.  His confession is damning." Freen's dad response.

"But what about Freeya's peace?  She deserved so much more than this.  She deserved a long and happy life.  This... this isn't closure at all.  It’s more pain."

(Puts a comforting arm around his wife) " I know, sweetheart.  It's a new level of pain.  We have to find a way to honor her memory, to ensure this doesn't define her life.  We need to remember the joy and love she brought into our lives."

(Sniffles)
" It’s hard.  It's so hard to accept.  And I can't help but wonder... what else don't we know?"

"We'll find out. We'll get to the bottom of this.  For now, let's focus on supporting Freen.  She's going to need us now more than ever."

FREEYA POV

The cool night air brushed against my face as I stood before Richie.  He looked… peaceful, finally at rest.  My mission was complete.  Freen was safe, Kirk and Harvey were behind bars where they belonged, paying for their crimes.  I’d guided Richie across the veil, fulfilling my purpose.  It was time for me to move on.  But as his hand reached for mine, a jolt, a searing pain of memory, ripped through me.

It wasn't the gentle transition I'd expected. It was a torrent.  Images flooded my mind:  Richie's laugh, the way the sunlight caught his hair, the feel of his hand in mine during our walks along the beach.  The scent of his cologne, the taste of his lips...  Our wedding plans, the excitement, the future we'd built together...  It all came crashing back, vivid and sharp, a bittersweet symphony of joy and sorrow.

The life I'd forgotten, the life we'd shared, was now a blazing inferno in my consciousness.  The pain of our deaths, the betrayal, the injustice… it was all there, raw and visceral.  I remembered the cold steel of the knife, the darkness that swallowed us whole, the chilling realization that Kirk and Harvey were responsible.  The fragments of my existence as a guide, the ethereal nature of my current state, all faded into the background as the overwhelming reality of our past consumed me.

My hand trembled as I held his, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the icy chill that had enveloped my existence for so long.  This wasn't just a farewell; it was a reunion, a heartbreaking reunion across the boundaries of life and death.  I was Freeya, and he was Richie, and the love we shared, though tragically cut short, still burned bright, a beacon in the darkness.  This wasn't the end.

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