Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
It was a punch to the gut. A heart shattering assault on her body and mind. Doris crumbled to the ground before anyone had the chance to catch her, and the letter in her hand crumpled with her. She was in a crowd, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the world that she could not picture living in without him. Him. Sturgis. She felt the people closing in on her, could feel the gravel of the street scratching against her knees, but she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. Doris felt like she couldn’t breath. Her eyes welled with tears, and her body shook with choking sobs. Doris felt numb. She felt like she was going to implode. Everything was upside down, inside out.
Sturgis had been her first friend, her closest confidant. She wondered how Greta was taking the news for a moment. Doris wished she was there with them now, so that she could wrap her arms around her and imagine that nothing was wrong. Doris wished they could be there for one another, at least, and then that they both could be there for Scarlett.
Dante tugged on her arm, trying to help her to her feet, but as tears streamed down her face she couldn’t keep her feet under her. She fell into him, her head burying into his chest. “Sturgis can’t be gone,” she pleaded. “He can’t leave me like this.”
Soft circles on her back were forgotten by the pain racing through her entire body. Her chest heaved with sobs. Doris was broken, and a piece of her shattered heart was lost forever.
