Delilah: An Under Your Scars Novella

by Ariel N. Anderson

And the worst part about that thought is that if heaven exists, I know my father can’t exist there with her, which means that in killing himself after losing her, he probably still ended up having to live an eternity without her.

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He didn’t kill himself because he gave up on me, but because he lost the only thing that was holding him together.

I should have cried; I should have screamed. I should have saved him, just like my mother did.

I place a kiss on Mr. Bunny’s head before I prop him between their names. I give my father a sad smile. “He’s been a good friend all these years,” I whisper.

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