Dear little one

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Dear little one,
I had a nightmare again. It was the same one as always. I think I understand why you begged now. You said all the color in the world was slowly draining out of everything, it was all gray now when it was once so vibrant. You told me life was too long and you felt you had no place in it any longer. I never understood that. How could you, my little one, feel that you had no place in this world? Didn't I give you one? I knew my place was with you but was yours not with me? Was I only a lover to you had your true love already begged you to die? Were you once death too?
It terrifies me to think you wished I was someone else.
We found your crown today. It had been in the tomb our people made for you after you had been long dead. They don't know it was for you. But i saw the statue they made for you, I almost wept when I uncovered your beautiful face. They mistook me crying out for you as me trying to get their attention and rushed over, might have been a good thing I would have sobbed like a child if left with that statue any longer. The tomb had been buried but it stood the test of time. They might compare the drawing to the statue and know who you were. They'll put you in a museum if that happens.
You would have hated museums. It's a building full of history and now you might be a part of it. People will know what you did. Can I write about you now?
-Death