In the Dark.

In the dark his breathing is shallow.  So shallow I’m not sure if I should continue to be strong or cry.  The blood was everywhere.  It spilled mercilessly from the wound in his torso.

“Sometimes all it takes is great grief to bring out your gift.”

The grief in me glowed, circling the wound.  “Live.”

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