Death and MelancholyMature

I guess I should admit that I was happy to have Grace with me. A companion who was still alive.
I guess I should admit that I was worried about the effect it might have on her in the long run.

I should, but I won’t.

I had the feeling that Grace had seen enough of Death to last a lifetime. But, she was okay with that.

Isn’t that sad?

Grace watched me work in silence. At first, I interpreted it as horror, but soon I realized that it was a reverence that most of us had lost over the years.
“You okay?” I whispered as we made our way through the filthy streets. “I can bring you back.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to go back.”

There was nothing to do but go on.

The End

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