Gordon
3 weeks after his death...
"Rose....she's dead...."
"Pl....please....make it st...stop..."
It took all and every ounce of my strength as I forced my eyes to open. And even such an insignificant motion felt like I was needing to climb mountains. My whole body hurts. Every muscle, every vein, f**k even my hair hurts. Like someone was pulling at it with all their strength. My head throbbed and everything seemed foggy and dimmed as I tried to adjust my vision.
I was in a dimly lit room and somewhere around me, I could hear the crackling of fire. A subtle scent of what felt like pine needles also reached me and I could hear insects chirping far away.
Where was I?
"Yes, I am fine..." a male voice spoke, a very familiar male voice as the door opened and then closed. I knew this voic
