A Beautiful Funeral
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Diane hugged my arm and rested her head against my shoulder. “They’re going to be fine.”
“I know.”
I kissed her temple, and we continued through the doors. Our past was now and now was in the past. Just as she’d promised, we were together again, in a moment of no sickness or pain—only love. And when love was real, so was forever.
THE END.
“I know.”
I kissed her temple, and we continued through the doors. Our past was now and now was in the past. Just as she’d promised, we were together again, in a moment of no sickness or pain—only love. And when love was real, so was forever.
THE END.
