PRETTYMUCH IMAGINES

God Bless America X Edwin H. pt 2

I can't breathe.

It's so dark and I can't breathe.

It smells like rain and dewy grass and wet dirt and I'm so confused.

And why does it feel like I'm trapped?

Where am I?

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"Mommy can we visit daddy's grave today?"

"Yes, of course." You smile.

You haven't been seeing Edwin's "spirit" around the house lately and it's starting to make you feel sad again.

Just when you thought he was back for good, he'd vanished again.

Even if it wasn't him in the flesh. It was something.

And you miss it.

You miss him.

"Can we please go now? I want us to drop by before school today."  Your youngest daughter begs.

It probably wasn't the best idea considering no one was dressed or ready to go.

But, you gave in because it would mean a lot to not only them but you too.

Within minutes you're loading up the car and driving to the cemetery.

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The more I try to move, the harder it is to breathe.

And now I'm starting to think that no one knows I'm here.

Wherever here is.

It's incredibly dark and although what ever I'm laying on is kinda soft and plushy I'm so uncomfortable.

I try to sit up and my head bangs against cold hard wood.

Suddenly, I come to the realization that I'm not in a bed.

In fact, I'm not even home.

I'm in some sort of box.

How long have I been here?

And does anyone know how this happened?

And where the hell is Y/N?

God, my princess.

What if she's looking for me?

What if she needs me and I'm not there?

What if she's in danger too?

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Your youngest daughter is the first to hop out the car and run over to her father's tombstone.

"Here lies Edwin Honoret. The Father, The Husband, The Hero."

You've memorized the entire rest of the paragraph and now you don't even have to look at it to know where his stone is.

You just know.

Today you don't have flowers and although you feel bad, you plan on bringing some later on when the kids are in school.

"Mommy?" Your smallest child inquires.

"Hm?" You hum.

"How did you and Daddy meet?"

The thought brings a smile to your face.

Before you even start speaking you're remembering that day.