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Last chapter! Aww… it came so soon…

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Disclaimer: … no. A line from Doctor Who in here, if you can spot it.

Remembering Her/Forgetting Her?

A small smile twitches your mouth as you remember her.

In your mind she is immortalised into one figure; the kind child, the vengeful woman, the loving adult she became. There is no divide; in your mind she is perfect, ultimate, beautiful. In your mind you can never forget her.

The loneliness eats at you now. Too much has passed for you to forget; too much has passed for you to remember. It is one of the curses of old age; the combination of memories you wish you could forget and the terrible realisation every morning that another part of your life has slipped from your mind.

You are dying, you are told. You no longer care. You died long ago, when those black eyes finally lost their constant sheen. Life is just nature's way of keeping meat fresh; there is no thought necessary, no emotion. You live and die alone, cursed to always be the last one standing.

"Stay alive for me," she whispered in your ear as he breathing fluttered anxiously. You cannot forget that last moment, the peacefulness on her face as your love slumped from your arms. The emptiness of her eyes as she regarded you for the last time.

You only wish you could forget.

Remembering her is all you have left, and even your memories are deserting you. You are a living man dying, a corpse resuscitated. Nature is beginning to take her inevitable control, and you welcome her kind touch. The cares of the world are easy to shrug off if your mind no longer registers them as real.

You do nothing now, merely stare and remember. Memory. Sadness. Forgiveness. You forgive all you love in your mind, and there is peace.

Everlasting peace.

Your eyes close.

It is over.

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You watch the world below with some last thoughts of regret; you wonder why you never found a family, before your mind drifts away and there is no more thought.

You feel like you are travelling upwards, but without the passage of time and only the whirling blue as your surroundings you cannot be sure.

A light is ahead. You would smile at the cliché if you remembered what it was, but your memory has gone now too.

The only thought is the terrible need to reach that place above, wherever it is, and the urge to look into onyx eyes and paper skin.

The last thing you see before you leave is a blossom, tumbling slowly down, before the white envelops you and there is a smile waiting for you.

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A strange last chapter…

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