thirty
1 week later ~~~~ I lay on his bed, my head on the pillow that he used to rest his. The pillow he will never touch again. Under the quilt that will never keep him warm again. I had already closed the curtains blocking all light out. I was consumed in darkness just like him. Only I would re-open my eyes. I could still breath. I was still alive. Tears welled up in my eyes. I haven't been able to hold him long and now I never will again. He is dead gone forever. I had told him to be safe, I wished he hadn't left. No going back now. All I felt was coldness, hatred and numbness. He was gone and there was nothing I could do. Then there was a knock on the door, I wished it was him. But that wasn't possible he was dead. "Come in" I almost whispered through the tears. His maid
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