She couldn't shake the image of seeing her Death. She went and wrote things down and stared at the page. A part of her couldn't read and another part understood what could be seen as the ramblings of a mad woman. She took a deep breath, and allowed the words to settle in front of her. She wanted to tell him about what she experienced. Instead, she just went to sleep and had a dreamless sleep, the last vestiges of worry faded with each second.
When she awoke, the pages were next to her. She dared not look at it and immediately went to get showered and dressed to run some weekend errands. She would be gone for a few hours and she figured she might as well make a start of the day. She went out and picked up some food for the dog and some breakfast. When she came back into her apartment, she was faced by her cousin, who asked her about what had happened.
It was a lot to soak in and it was going to take a lot more to explain without sounding crazy. She was very quiet, and her cousin hugged her, pulled her close, and it was a comfort. It felt good. She suddenly felt tears in her eyes and started to cry. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, I didn't mean to hurt you," her cousin said gently.
"I thought you didn't love me anymore. That you had no room for me." was all that she could get out before going into a full bawl.
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