Title: Everything Stops
Author: Battus philenor
Disclaimer: Even though no characters are mentioned by name, those I intended this to be about are not mine.
AN: There is a character death in this one. Read at your own risk.
Her socks, originally white, now have their own foot prints; black bottoms from shuffling aimlessly through the house. What once was clean now bears the grime of three week's worth of dirt. Her hair hangs in greasy strands, as her always thin frame is now too thin, emaciated.
A strong woman just a few weeks prior, now a smaller, weaker version of her once vibrant self. A pale and frail distorted reproduction, mind and body lost. All hope ripped from her chest, when they told her the news.
He'd fallen a crumpled mass of a man, life leaking out, seeping, forming puddles on the floor. The pressure of friendly hands not enough to dam the flow, break the constant current. It ended on its own eventually, pronounced where he fell.
Her night off, she answered the phone with a snide quip prepared, questioning his ability to get along without her. Now she had to imagine it the other way around.
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Battus philenor