03-31-2014, 11:36 PM
DATE: December 23rd, 1883
TAG: Tavish
Words: 79
NOTES:
Ethelyn managed a small smile at him as he kept her hand in his. She could feel the warmth of his hand against her own clammy one and to her it felt like the sun - warm and comforting. She wanted to hold his hand forever, if only he could keep her there by just holding onto her. It was there as she smiled at him, content with her lot, that her eyes closed for the last time.






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