him her

today

"Elizabeth?" he said his wifes name.

"Xavier?" he said his sons name.

Over the months, their names had crossed his lips just like the amount of times the bottles fluid passed in.

But, unlike the other times, they were actually there, just like he'd imagine them to be. And he didn't know whether to scream or cry, or go up and touch them, to see if they weren't just his imagination.

"Dad." X whispered, smiling, and running up to his father.

He did not care if this was just a vivid dream. Or if it wasn't a dream at all.

I think that if you were reunited with your loved ones in heaven, you would not care about anything. Not that you could see them, feel them, hear them.

But yet, that you were in their presence once again, or just simply knowing you could live the life you couldn't down there, in a world so far away from the place you tried hard to get away from.

But, of course, nothing like this ruled his mind.

Not the fact that he was dead.

Not the fact that they were dead.

Not of where they were, what they were doing, how.

Not even the tears sourly srticking down his cheeks, as though an endless amount of pain has been released into one simple, grasping grip of his Loved Ones.

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Et, aujourd'hui, c'est le jour de regroupment. Le jour que le homme est mort. Mais, common la vie, les chose etait plus bonne. Petetre dans un jour, dans un semaine, dans un ans, ou deux. Mais, les chose va etre plus bonne dans le futur. Petetre tu ne peux pas regarde le maintenant, mais je promesse que, at un point, tu vas plus heuraux. Regarde qu'est ce que autour de toi. Vois les sourires? Tu ne peux pas fait sa maintenant. Ou, tu peux, mais sa va mauvais.

Ca c'est dans le futur. Quand tu peux regardes autour de c'est problems, et vois qu'est ce que tu aver.

(Pour Corona, because you are an intelligant, beautiful woman who has the world ahead of her <3 And please realize my french is ever-more terrible by the moment)