*a letter to Emma*

[adamdouglasjr]

Emma's home was quiet and calm, the woman sleeping in her own bed, and Laramie still on the same bed he'd chosen for the boy. A soft sniffle comes to breath, the boy chewing on his bottom lip as tears flood down his face. With backpack in hand and Anna standing quietly behind him, the boy lays down an enveloped note tied to a handful of wildflowers

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[icy_bitch]

She didn't get past the first sentence. Sinking donw to the floor, the tears coursing fast and hot down her cheeks as Emma dashed at her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to clear them enough to see, to be able to finish reading the note.

Letting it flutter from her fingers, trying so hard to smile and finding nothing but the sobs she had been holding in for days, weeks even.

He was gone and her heart ached. Not for one form or the other. But for the loss. Keening hard within her as she let the tears flow.