When I'm Gone

by Emily Bleeker

Luke was in the “dried-up” stage, and it was almost worse than sobbing uncontrollably. At least when you are crying, no one makes comments about how well you are taking this or how relieved you must be that she’s in “a better place.” What they don’t know is this: appearing okay is a lot easier than actually being okay.

For now, he’d rest. After today there would be no more waiting. Tomorrow they would start living again.