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It hurt bad, that's all I knew. When they first brought me in, and kept seeing this white light flicker in front of me. I'd heard of it before, it was the light for the other side. Somewhere, I would always be happy, yeah know? That light. .but, no. I couldn't leave yet! There was a war soon to take place, I had a family to take care of and support, and my wife, Molly would never have a go if I wasn't here with her, she wouldn't be able to make it without me, and I felt honored. I had always thought of how my death would be, or how it would happen. I never imagined being bludgeoned by a bloody snake in the Ministry of Magic. Yeah, that's magnificent really. As I'm thinking this, the only sound I hear is hushed, worried voices. Occasionally, I'll hear my heart stop, or skip, but then mount right back up again. It doesn't hurt so much anymore, and now I'm wondering why. I also wonder why I can't feel the blood seeping anymore.....I think for a moment and turn around. My head doesn't feel dizzy anymore and the urge to vomit is no longer in the depths of my stomach. I have an inkling someone misses me, but I can't remember what I left behind, so I begin walking. Walking down the rich, golden lane. My favorite flowers are growing on the side of the walkway, Lilies, to be exact. There's a big door in front of me, it has two beautiful white-gold knockers, though the tall beautiful doors are marbled, white grey and light golden. I take in a deep breath and a soft scent fills my nostrils. I can't place my fingers on it but, it's, in a way, a calming scent, it smells sweet, though it doesn't have a particular essence, just soothing. The door opens for me, as I reach for the knob, and my father greets me. "Welcome home, son." He said silently. "It's good to be back." I answer, feeling as though we'd parted for breakfast, and now, it was supper.
1)Denial
2)Anger
3)Bargaining
4)Depression
5)Acceptance
Molly was at the beginning, having just lost her husband little over seven hours ago, and molly felt already as though it was seven years. Arthur was her rock, she was dead inside now. He made her live, literally. She'd felt like giving in a lot, but he always kept her going, he always knew when she felt like she just wanted to die, and he was there for her. He helped her through everything she;'d gone through in her life. To, her first job, first F, her brothers dying and childbearing. He never left, well had left her.......because now, he had.