A/N: HAHA! unlike my other essays, this isn't from a class work.
This is a story/oneshot written while listening to "Lux Aeterna" by Clint Mansell.
DISCLAIMER:
Any resemblance to any person dead or alive is purely unintentional, so please don't flame
Do not distribute without my permission.
GRATITUDE:
Andy Ng for beta-ing :D
Andy Ng for title
Enjoy. :D
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I couldn't help but tear up as I saw her crouching over the small motionless body, weeping her heart out. I wiped my tears away and begin to take small steps towards her. Her small frame was shaking violently as she cowered and cried. I gently brought her away from the tiny body that lay cold and still.
"Josh..." I heard her sob as she turned and cried on my chest, wetting the soft fabric that covered me. Instinctively, I brought her closer towards me and hugged her. Her cries began to escalate, bawling inaudible words that was a pain to decipher. I could hear my name mixed in the jumble of mysterious tongues. Yet all these could not help numb the pain that my wife was feeling. It brought me great agony to see her emotionally frail, however, the greatest pain was that even though i was standing right by her side, i was just like a young child, helpless in every way.
"Josh... I miss him... I miss him..." I heard Celeste wail as she grabbed a fistful of my shirt. The tears that spilled out of her eyes invoked my very own. I choked back the salty tear in an attempt to defy the pulling force of gravity
"Hey... it's okay..." I whispered as though the sight of my crying wife has seized all the strength that was stored. I felt no better than a child as the sobbing lady in my arms continue to mourn and beg for her baby to return. Her eyes were bloodshot when I pulled her up to face me.
"He's gone! Celeste!" I begged as i tried to drag my struggling spouse away from the body. But my efforts were in vain as she sank her teeth into my flesh. In pain I let go and watched her in another kind of amazement as she crawled to the corpse.
"My baby... my baby..." Her wails resonated against the small mortuary; each syllable struck a chord in my heart making tears well up in the corners of my eyes.
"No, i got to be strong." I told myself. Determination surged pass its previous echelon and reached a whole new level, an apex that was even higher than before. I walked over to my wife. Her powerful sobs never failed to cease for a second. I mentally prepared myself, rehearsing my actions in my mind like how a producer would make his actors and actresses rehearse the script a thousand times before the big show. I Took a deep breath as i stopped behind my wife, her sobs were relatively softer , as though she knew that i was behind her and was waiting for me to speak. And so, i opened my mouth and started.
"Celeste, why don't we go home?"
"I don't want to..." Celeste whispered. Her voice hoarse from all the crying. She turned and looked at me with her puffy eyes. "Josh, you can go back first... I want to spend some time with Amos..." she whispered softly.
"Come on Celeste, you have been here for two hours already. Let's go." I snapped assertively as I grabbed her wrist and yanked her to her feet.
"NO!" she shrieked as she pulled her hand away. Her tears slipping down her cheeks once again as she crumbled to the white ceramic tiled floor. Her sobs were uncontrollable and her breathing was erratic as she struggled to regain her composure.
