Gavin held the paper in his hand. The ink was smeared with tears, and his hand shook as he read his friends note.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
He knew it was over, that Kim had never said anything that she would not follow through with, but he had to try. Driving wildly through the night he knew where she would be.
Gavin was running towards the house when he heard a gun shot ring out through the dark.
Finding his friend in a pool of blood he knelt next to her and held her cooling hand. in it he felt another scrap of paper.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
Goodbye Gavin, I am going home.
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1 comment:
Wow. Well chosen, and well-written.
One day you'll figure out the misplaced modifiers - but this was so good I almost didn't notice them.
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