“But what will I do after you die?”
He was far from a child, and he was never her son in the first place, yet he hugged his pillow and asked her the tearful question again. She sat at his bedside and stroked his back until he had spilled all his fears and cried himself to sleep.
Now she thinks back to that night as she gazes at him smiling in his coffin. He left her no note. He still has a boy’s face, but he no longer looks afraid.
“But what will I do after you die?” she whispers.
Rodindeadpan over 5 years ago
Best drabble I've read in awhile.
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Really sad... and brilliantly done.