Blue
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Ongoing7m
Last published Wed, Sep 5, 2018
"Mommy, whats this? Why don't you have one?" She asked, looking into her moms vanity mirror at the glowing blue bar across her heart.
"Well... that is a sort of timer. It counts down to a very special or very sad day. For some people, when the bar disappears, they fall in love. For others, it counts down to their last heartbeat."
"Mommy, what is mine counting down to?"
"Nobody knows until it happens, sweetheart," she answered with a fearful look in her eye. Her daughters bar was longer than her own had been leading up to meeting her husband. But it was shorter than her husbands had been when he died.
Only time will tell.
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