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Jason POV

Distorted voices echoed through my ears and all I could see was a blur. I heard what the doctor said.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

It is my tears that keep my soul alive in the furnace of this pain. They cannot extinguish what has been, yet only carry me forward until a time comes when that searing pain is distant enough to forget more than remembering, and maybe one day erase itself from my brain.

Jes