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Sometimes life causes you to consider, to reflect, or something more. Over the past year, I’ve written a lot of stories that have, in one way or another, been reflections of what has been happening to myself and my Eternal. I’ve written two stories which tell little bits of that larger story, this time … something more. For those that have read them, the following story will have some extra meaning.

Perhaps, somehow, there is an entire story waiting to be told in a single …

 

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By TeraS

 

She hadn’t really cried for a long time.

Oh there were times when she did cry, but they weren’t anything like that terrible night when she was confronted by mortality. That night she was alone. There was no one to hear her pain, listen to her screams. There were no arms to hold her, no words of comfort to listen to.

And so, she cried.

There was another time when she cried, having found another, one that helped to fill the void. That moment of finding her soulmate, her love, the one that was, in every way, life-changing for her. That night she wasn’t alone. He listened to her sobs, held her through the tears that came. The pain lessened as she looked into his own tearing eyes. But she couldn’t share that moment with the one soul that she’d lost.

So, she cried.

Another moment when she cried came when she met the soul that mattered to him. To be called daughter, to be held in a way that she hadn’t felt in so long that the memory was almost faded away, meant that day she wasn’t alone. She was held as a daughter, was held by this soul’s love. To be part of a family, to share in something he had, but she had lost.

She cried.

She cried again when they’d spoken their vows, the family that had embraced her joining in the moment, sharing the tears. That afternoon, she wasn’t alone. The dark pain was pushed away, sent elsewhere. The weight she’d been carrying was taken up in a new life, a home cherished, a love for always.

She cried.

Life passed on, things changed. Some moments were better, some not so much so. There were tears along the way, but they were the tears of life, the ones that come and go, but they weren’t the dearest, most painful.

She cried.

The day came when she wasn’t to be called daughter any longer. Mortality intruded, taking from her, from her Eternal, from their family. This time she wasn’t the one to scream, she was the one to comfort. She cried with him, not alone. They shared in their grief, their loss. She tried to explain what it had been like, so long ago. Sharing those tears didn’t make everything better, but in some small way it helped them both.

So, she cried.

The time came when she found herself in a home that wasn’t hers, to help in a task that they didn’t wish to do, never expected—a home she’d come to love not for the home itself but for the souls that resided there. She wasn’t alone; her Eternal was there, this being his burden, the duty that he had taken on. They shared in the occasional laughter from a memory, hugged each other when sadder ones came. The tears were both sad and happy, as they are in these times where there’s nothing else to do.

And so, she cried.

The moment came when she found herself looking at a picture frame, turned face down, the image hidden. The same one that she’d seen many times before, but never turned over to see what was hidden there. This time there was no one to stop her from picking it up, no one to pull her away to avoid seeing it. Her hands held the frame, her Eternal came into the room, and she turned it over.

She hadn’t really cried for a long time.

She gripped the picture in her hands as she rushed to him. Her tears clouded her vision, not quite seeing his own tears. They held each other, not understanding why they’d never seen it before, not understanding why they’d never known. The picture revealed two teenagers, both blond, one with a bob cut, the other with her hair in a wild mane about her. Both smiling, holding each other. Each making bunny ears over the other’s head in a joyful moment together. The one was Keith’s mother. The other was Tera’s.

They cried for a long time …

… until they found the diary …

… and cried even more.