-I don't own anything, except this story
-Many, many thanks to Maggie for helping me with this fic!
"Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the glints on fallen snow.
I am the sunlight on golden grain, I am the autumn's gentle rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush, I am that swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die."
Abby watched silently as the sky slowly darkened, a few stars appearing dimly. December was here, winter creeping through the cold nights. Trees were bare, shivering in the hostile wind as their lifeless leaves faded at their feet. Abby lifted her arm, collecting in her bare palm the first snowflake fallen of the sky, a moon's sequin lost on the vast expanse of the Earth.
She sighed once, twice. What a long day. Could it have been worse? She hadn't thought she would make it until the end of her shift. Three, three kids had died. Who would ever allow that? What kind of heartless man would even hurt his children? They only wanted to take one last breath again, feel the gentle lips of their mother caressing their forehead as she wished them good night…
One last breath again…
Sweet dreams my tender loves…
by Cleveland Amory
This was only the prologue, so it was supposed to be very short. Please comment, and don't forget that english is not my fisrt langage