The Final Portrait
'It's far too tiring.
'I'll let you go, and we'll never meet again.'
After what seemed like an eternity, the alarm from his life monitor went off. A gentle breeze blew past the hospital room, and a faint, pale figure drifted by a pear blossom tree outside, growing fainter and fainter until it disappeared entirely.
Chris passed away the year I left, leaving one final message. "She liked sunflowers the most, so please make sure she's buried somewhere with plenty of them. That way, she won't ever meet me again in her next life… Or the life after that…"
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