Allen sipped his coffee and sifted through the camera. He felt Shifu's warm body rub up against his leg. He offered the tomcat an almond– salted. He looked at the pictures. He noticed the new ones: hills, leaves on the ground, and then a portrait picture of her. Her face was clean and pure of any pain. He smiled. Nobody could hurt her anymore.
He sighed and stood up. His phone began buzzing.
"Hello?"
"Allen! It's the new exhibit!"
"It's ready? I thought you said another day!" he smiled into the phone.
"Why don't you come on by tomorrow? You can hang up anything that you have completed," the voice croaked from the other side of the phone.
Allen gazed into the corner. Paintings of her face and various things about her and items in her apartment leaned up against the wall.
"Done."
As he stood in a room full of Lullah he began walking backward. He saw all the paintings, then the walls of the entrance. Above the open entrance was a gold plaque:
Free Bird– A Memorial
He smiled. It was his favorite exhibit yet. He tossed his jacket over his shoulder and nodded at the exhibit while his lips tightened. The people are going to love her. He gathered his wits and muttered a, "Thank you."
Alone, he walked out of the door into the bustling streets of the beach city.
"Love, do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint in the snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the sweet uplifting rush. Of quiet birds circling in flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Please, do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep."
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Fiction généraleThe man who lives on the top floor bumped into the girl who lives on the 6th. He becomes infatuated and wants her in his art. As days go on after random meeting and random sleepovers, he learns that this human being is more than just a girl who want...
