@puerxsubmersus
The world was cruel. It did not care what she had already endured. Death didn’t discriminate between good, evil, young and old. No, illness did not care for social status. It just...was.
These things were what brought her to Dustin, her chest aching and her throat sore from holding back ugly, heaving sobs. Tears streamed down her face, nearly rubbing her cheeks raw as she desperately wiped at them.
Her eyes were as bright as ever, but in the wrong way, practically clear in the light.
“Dustin,” her ragged voice was barely more than a whisper. There was no strength in her to care what she sounded like.
“She...is gone.”
All self control she had broke, and so did she. Julie crumpled, curling in on herself like she had so many times as a child, begging him to fix it.
