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It's 3:21am he texts her. She's sleeping through the night for the first time because of her new medication. She lives in a new state 9 hours away.. what is the text. Waking up at 5am for work to be there at 6am, she reads her notifications. "I'm sorry I won't be there for you anymore M____." She's barely dressed, she grabs her keys and wallet, sprinting to her old beat up car from her upstairs apartment. She races down the town streets pleading with herself to make it. Calling. Calling. Calling. Begging for him to be ok. She checks his location, The bridge where they met, last update 4 hours ago. She drives with tears flooding her face and staining her shirt. She makes it to town, and can't find him anywhere, no calls answerd, no texts read, no family calls, no one, he was all she had and now she is getting nothing. She returns home crying and distraught. A week later she sees the obituary, once again she races for the funeral. She had never been religious, but she prayed and prayed that he finally feel safe and rested. As he lay there in that pale blue suit, she reaches for him. Hope filling her head that she'll feel some type of warmth some type of sign, all she received was frost, no more shared smiles, no more building model planes together, no more late night calls, no more cat pictures, no more game nights. It was just her. As he is being lowered into the ground she tosses a blue rose in, landing it softly over where the his head would be. The clouds had been low an overcast all morning.. "I'm sorry the sky couldn't be blue for you one last time." She returned home. There was not enough time...
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