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Funerals were for the living. he died for her. She never asked that of him. But that was so him forever giving her what she never asked for. Except for forever ended. As if she doesn't know she lost the man who is(was) everything she didn't know she wanted. As if she hasn't spent the last two weeks washing crimson from her hands. As if she isn't wearing perfume to suffocate the scent of copper that shadows her. He would want her to go. She doesn't want to go, to see his body pumped full of chemicals that gave him the nightmarish illusion of life. What he would have wanted is immaterial because his heart no longer beats. She can't go, not when he still stands in her office doorway everytime she turns her head. She won't go.
No Mercy No Mercy No Mercy No Mercy
