Mourn me
Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
She had been lying in bed for five hours, completely exhausted. Her eyes, however, couldn’t manage to close. What had happened was something she wouldn’t easily get over with. That’s it, if she ever would.
Lola unwittingly curled her fingers and licked her lips. The woman was lost in a swirl of thoughts; Why did it have to be so similar to that one situation? How could she have known that it wasn’t him if the other was wearing sunglasses? It wasn’t her fault. It couldn’t be. The body was still there. Fallen on the hard floor of her small hotel room in Japan. She couldn’t bear to look at it again, or to assure that he was indeed, dead.
