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Dear Prue, with love
Dear Prue,
I know it's too late now, you're already gone. But I just can't let go. You left so suddenly, and I don't know what to do without you. You've gone, and now I have to pick up the pieces. I know now how you felt when Mom died. How you had to look after us. Because now, I have to look after everyone too. Phoebe and Paige. I know Leo wants to help, and he tries, but it's just not the same. And the worst thing is, it never will be. Never again will I be able to hear you and Phoebe, yelling over something small and unimportant. Never will I be able to break up fights between you two again. I know it is a strange thing to miss, but, see Prue, I do miss it. I miss everything about you. Your smell, your smile, the way you always knew what to do. I wish I was the one who had died when Shax hit us. Not you. You would be able to take care of Phoebe and Paige. Who would have thought. She was destined to be with us too. But at what price? A price so high, it just wasn't worth it. I do love Paige, she's one of us. But if I had the choice to repeat what has happened I would ask for you back easily. That sounds mean, but it's the truth.
Every night I cry, thinking about all the 'What ifs', the things that could have been done to prevent your death. And when I finally stop crying, the pain just gets worse, because I can hear Phoebe in her room. And she doesn't have anyone to hold, because Cole is away. So she cries, and the nights that seemed twice as long as they really are for me, are an eternity for her. She thinks I can't hear her. She thinks I think she is over your death, but I know she is not. I know that even though she says she is going to visit a friend, she is going to see you. And I don't mind, because all I want is for her to be happy again. To be the free spirit she was , the Phebes we are all used to.
They say time helps to ease the pain. I truly hope so, because I don't know how much longer I can take this kind of hurt.
Love always,
Piper
Dear Prue, with love
Dear Prue,
I know it's too late now, you're already gone. But I just can't let go. You left so suddenly, and I don't know what to do without you. You've gone, and now I have to pick up the pieces. I know now how you felt when Mom died. How you had to look after us. Because now, I have to look after everyone too. Phoebe and Paige. I know Leo wants to help, and he tries, but it's just not the same. And the worst thing is, it never will be. Never again will I be able to hear you and Phoebe, yelling over something small and unimportant. Never will I be able to break up fights between you two again. I know it is a strange thing to miss, but, see Prue, I do miss it. I miss everything about you. Your smell, your smile, the way you always knew what to do. I wish I was the one who had died when Shax hit us. Not you. You would be able to take care of Phoebe and Paige. Who would have thought. She was destined to be with us too. But at what price? A price so high, it just wasn't worth it. I do love Paige, she's one of us. But if I had the choice to repeat what has happened I would ask for you back easily. That sounds mean, but it's the truth.
Every night I cry, thinking about all the 'What ifs', the things that could have been done to prevent your death. And when I finally stop crying, the pain just gets worse, because I can hear Phoebe in her room. And she doesn't have anyone to hold, because Cole is away. So she cries, and the nights that seemed twice as long as they really are for me, are an eternity for her. She thinks I can't hear her. She thinks I think she is over your death, but I know she is not. I know that even though she says she is going to visit a friend, she is going to see you. And I don't mind, because all I want is for her to be happy again. To be the free spirit she was , the Phebes we are all used to.
They say time helps to ease the pain. I truly hope so, because I don't know how much longer I can take this kind of hurt.
Love always,
Piper