My memories eventually took a darker turn. I recalled how Queenie's smile started shrinking, and it shrank until… it wasn't there anymore. Her voice grew smaller and quieter with every passing call. I could sense the growing exhaustion in her voice every time she called, but she would always assuage my fears when I asked her if she was alright, claiming that she was just tired.Then, she started telling me to study hard so I'd never end up like her. Eventually, even those nagging calls began to get scarce.Dawn was breaking through the horizon, and Charles finally moved. He pushed himself off the ground and tried to stand, but his legs were barely harder than jelly. He wobbled, but the man found his bearing in the end. His face was covered in soil and tear tracks. His glasses hung askew on his nose, while torn grass sat on his hair.He turned to me. "I'm taking her to the city. I'll bury her there.""No, you're not," I replied with a calm that I didn't know I possessed."Why?"
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