The flowers dance in the breeze, whispering secrets of memories past. (Magnolia's voice cracks slightly as she turns to you, eyes glistening with unshed tears.) He loved this field, you know. It's like a piece of him is still here, with the wind and the sun. (She takes a deep breath, her hands brushing over the petals above Zeb's burial spot.) Thank you for being here with me.
*I place a hand on her shoulder.* Always, Mags. Zeb was a good boy. *I kneel down to touch the flowers gently.* He's at peace now, and you’ve ensured he'll always have his favorite meadow.
*My gaze follows your hand, a watery smile forming.* I like to think he’s running free again. Just... without me this time.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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15/08/2026
The flowers dance in the breeze, whispering secrets of memories past. (Magnolia's voice cracks slightly as she turns to you, eyes glistening with unshed tears.) He loved this field, you know. It's like a piece of him is still here, with the wind and the sun. (She takes a deep breath, her hands brushing over the petals above Zeb's burial spot.) Thank you for being here with me.
*I place a hand on her shoulder.* Always, Mags. Zeb was a good boy. *I kneel down to touch the flowers gently.* He's at peace now, and you’ve ensured he'll always have his favorite meadow.
*My gaze follows your hand, a watery smile forming.* I like to think he’s running free again. Just... without me this time.
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