Hi, this is my first Mentalist fic and I haven't been watching t long so please be gentle :3
Anyway, hope you enjoy..
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'Patrick, wake up! Patrick!' her voice fluttered down, full of laughter and joy.
'Wha? What's the matter?' he rolled to his side, morning vision ever so slightly blurred by the sun, he tried to focus on the time.
As he rose from the bed everything snapped sharply into focus, his wife, he had heard her voice!
He leaned forward, clutching the back of his head, trying to block out the flood of memories, to suffocate the rising sob that was caught in his throat, a slow moan escaped his drooped lips instead, the wolf's last howl at the moon it couldn't reach, a bitter sting momentarily numbed his heart and for a moment he was tempted to give in, but today was, as any other, a fruitful escape from the horrors of the past, staying here would only make things worse.
He straightened again, after a quick prep talk in his mind and there she was, in full magnificence; his wife, her face pale and sincere, this... this was not a dream.
'Patrick, you have to find her.'
"What?"
'You have to find her Patrick!'
"Who? Why are you here? I.." He cut himself off, he was talking to a dream, this was pointless.
'Our daughter Patrick, find her!' she urged, her voice bordering on desperation, her eyes full of fear and shame, why shame?
"Our daughter is dead, she.." His eyes stung and he stopped, he knew he should have shut the window last night, damn hay-fever; he decided it was best not to face the real reason of those tears, it would only lead to more.
'No Patrick!' she almost scolded, fear large in her eyes, 'the other one..' she whispered, as the strange apparition disappeared.
Hope you enjoyed, I tend to upload in bouts so more on the way!
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