AN: Right, uploading last two together. Sorry it's been such a long time coming. I hope it's worth it.

The Mortuary

You would not come here. You know this place too well. Upon a block sits the pain of lifetimes. I soothed each one for you. The first cut deep, and never truly mended. The newest, fresh from battle, is bleeding still. Some cannot be cured. Every stitch upon your soul tells a tale, each more lonely than the last. They are the torment that haunts your dreams. This is the grief from which you run. Sorrow paves your path, scattering her petals as a single bridesmaid, and you must walk her aisle. Only when she runs out will my needle still. When the anguish fades will the last wound heal. The final heartbreak.