Life after his death

Life after his death

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"Move please", she tried to get by everyone but she felt like every time she pushed someone, there was another one to replace them. The heavy rain and the poorly lighted neighbourhood could not help her see. The blue and red lights of the ambulance and police cars made her splitting headache worse. "Move! Get off the way" she kept pushing but her words kept falling on deaf ears. She tried to get past the yellow 'do not cross' police tape but a strong set of arms, that she knew too well, tried to keep her back, hide her from the world's cruelty. "Get off" she elbowed him in the ribs. "M'am please stay off" A police officer tried to make her stay behind. "It's my house!" She was trying so hard to hold the tears "It's my house I need to go" she pushed him aside and went forward. Please don't be... she started to think but her world stopped when she saw the paramedics come out from her house, with a black zipped bag on a stretcher. "NO!" Her legs were numb and could not support her "No! No please no" looking up, tears mixed with rain "Why?" She looked like she was yelling at god. She felt that same set of arms helping her stand, shielding her from the rain and the pain.
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My heart begins to race. My lungs tighten as the walls seem to close in on me. Their staring eyes stab through my muscles as I turn stiff. Then I realize it. My mind and eyes looking for an escape. I want to run away. I want to leave. I suddenly feel trapped. For the first time, his blue eyes do not create that comfort mg heart yearned for all these years. They're the same icy coldness I saw in my father when he left. "I'm sorry. I...I can't." Run. Run just like he did to you. Break him just like he did to you. I should've known it's what I know best.

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