The Amber Heart
Your wife died. She doesn't want to let you go. #JJ26
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It's still a bit of a daze. Your wife Louise died and the world ended. Not suddenly or unexpectedly, but a slow crawl towards an inescapable separation. The funeral is over, and you've just headed home to clean yourself up before the memorial service. You've wiped the tears off your face and is about to head out when you get a strange feeling. A pull towards the bedroom. It feels like...her.
The room is empty, of course. But you notice something under the bed. An apple-sized lump of amber, roughly shaped as a heart. You pick it up and get the strangest sensation in your body. Like she's there. With you. Holding you. Loving you. You feel warmth. You feel love. You overflow with it. You lose youself for an untold amount of time, then the phone suddenly draws you back to reality. You jolt awake and answer it. It's Louise's best friend.
Mariella:
Hey, . Just checking. The memorial service is beginning. You okay?You shake from your stupor and head out, leaving the heart laying on the bed. As you meet Mariella at the entrance to Louise's favourite french restaurant where the service is being held, you can't quite forget the sensation from holding the amber heart. Mariella:
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