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Just a short drabble(I think….)
Denying Love
Booby Singer woke up suddenly from a dream that he now had no memory of. But whatever the dream was it made him smile.
Like every other time he woke smiling, he tried to tell himself "The Dream was about his dearly beloved wife." This was a lie, and he knew it. But some how he felt like he was abandoning her. He knew he should get over it. But it was his fault that she was dead.
"No, it wasn't." He whispered to himself. "You did all that you could do. She was rabid, you had." This didn't make him feel much better but it was a little reassuring.
Every time he tried to remember the dream, all he could see was a face. A woman's face.
The face of Ellen Harvelle. He was in love with her no matter how hard he tried to deny it.