They left.
He left.
The final day.
I could not hold on to my promise, to even perform a short 3 day fast for him. I was ashamed.
Yet, somehow, I was released. For maybe...just a little, that he did not want me to hold steady to his already gone soul. I was to move on, right? Yeah...that is what I want to believe.
Tell me if I am cruel. I remember his teary eyes when I last saw him one summer ago, but I refuse to miss it. Will it soon be faded? Too soon, too terrifying.
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