She was love personified. The first moment I met her I knew that the raven-haired wonder that entranced my soul would be my wife. I grew to cherish the feel of her hand in mine, our fingers slotting together like puzzle pieces: perfect but too easily separated. The cold slab that marks the resting place for her earthly shell is a meager representation of her warmth, but it is all I have now. No warm lips pressed to my skin. No soft smiles amidst the tousled sheets. No laughter. Only frigid etched stone until our souls unite again.
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SharonSharpe
It started with Bloody. He was a six-eyed heart monster that my 2nd grade brain conjured up to delight and terrify my peers. I am a fanfic writer (A03), an aspiring author, and hold an M.A in English.
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