The promises we keep.
The tornado was broiling. She and I had seen something similar, just not like this. For generations unknown. The pain was unbearable. They'd sliced a piece of us off. The piece was breathing. Sometimes complaining, sometimes whining. Always there. For eternity. Now it was here. With us.
Depression? You don't know the word. Fury? You can't imagine. Married we were beyond exponential. We were not one. We had been one for eternity...until they split our Adam.
Depression? You don't know the word. Fury? You can't imagine. Married we were beyond exponential. We were not one. We had been one for eternity...until they split our Adam.
Mrs. Ogasawara. We are sorry for your loss. His death will not be in vain.
