It's Not Fair
I woke up at 5 a.m.. Hearing your voice again. But it was just the TV. Coming from the other room.
Gracia Hughes sat in her bedroom staring out at the cloudless sky where a full moon hung with many stars. It was a beautiful night, a night to make anyone smile. But not her. Her heart was broken and she couldn't smile, not for a long time anyway. A noise in the other room called her attention. "Maes?" She stood up, then fell back down on to the floor. "No, your gone." Her eyes began to water as she stood back up. "Elicia." She said silently as she walked from the room down the hall to her baby's room.
Your half empty coffee cup. Is sitting right where it was. I almost moved it last night. But it didn't feel right. It's too soon, it's too soon. It still feels like. "Elicia." Gracia walked up to the sleeping child who called out in her sleep. "Daddy." She cooed as she struggled to sleep. Gracia fell against the bedroom fall and slid down to the floor where she sat. "It's not fair. Why? Why us? Why you?" She looked up teary eyed at her sleeping daughter. "Why her." You were just here. You were just holding me. I was all right. I never would have believed. That you'd go away. That you could just disappear. When you were just here. FLASHBACK "I need to go to the office." Maes said as he threw on his military jacket. "Daddy has to go to work now sweetie? I love you. Be good for mommy." He kissed his daughter who was sleeping. He stood and kissed his wife good-bye. She held him for a moment, almost like she knew she would never hold him again. But she didn't know. She released her hold on him and watched him leave. The calendar on the wall. Doesn't miss you at all. It still says you'll be there. With us all on Christmas eve. "Mommy? Where is daddy?" A little girl asked while pulling on her mother's dress and pointing up at a picture of her father on there wall. The mother looked at the family photo and held back tears as she picked her daughter up. "How about we go get you some ice cream, okay?" She avoided the question, but her daughter didn't push the issue. The picture you hung last week. Keeps staring back at me. There we are still laughing'. Like nothing' ever happened. I still feel you in the air. It's not fair, it's not fair. END FLASHBACK Gracia began to cry harder. Trying not to wake her daughter, she removed herself from the small room and walked back to her bedroom. The picture was still there. It was taken the day before he died, and hung the last night she saw him alive. He hung it across the room from their bed, saying he wanted the last thing her saw every night to be their smiling faces and the first thing he saw when he awoke. "Oh Maes." She sobbed into her hands. You were just here. You were just holding me. I was all right. I never would have believed. That you'd go away. That you could just disappear. When you were just here. "What will I tell her? She's gonna want to know why you haven't come home yet. What do I say?" Gracia cried. A cold breeze blew trough the room and she looked up, tears staining her face. The window across the room was open. She laid back down on her bed and stroked her hand across his pillow, her tears starting to subside. "Why did you leave us? Why so soon? It's not fair Maes, it's just not fair." I reach out and you're not there. But I still feel you everywhere. No matter how much I try. Or how hard I cry. It still feels like. "Mommy?" Her daughter walked into the room. "Why you crying?" She asked all innocently. "Oh Elicia." She picked her up and hugged her tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Elicia, mommy needs to tell you something about daddy." Gracia began. She looked up at the picture of her smiling husband. "Mommy, daddy isn't coming home, is he?" Elicia asked, tears forming in her eyes. "Oh baby, daddy isn't coming home." Gracia hugged her now crying daughter. "I'm so sorry." You were just here. You were just holding me. I was all right. I never would have believed. That you'd go away. That you could just disappear. When you were just here.
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