The last breath of life puffed softly from his lips at 8:03 on a Wednesday morning. The days leading to that moment were etched forever in her mind; a mind now shackled and constrained with memories. The years and emotions had been turbulent waves crashing against her like the merciless sea. She looked down upon him and knew it was over, her heart and soul sighed with some relief, but still her mind could not relax. It never once occurred to her that the heart and soul should be the ones to hold on. She had never known normalcy in matters of the heart. She had often thought of this day and how she would embrace her freedom and finally live for herself. Now that the day was here, she was unsure of what to do with it.
Sometimes death liberates more than those dying.
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