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“Maybe he’s not scary,” Tim held her hand, “Maybe the stories are wrong…maybe he’s a friend.”
She laid on the bed, she was what made the room beautiful, the one piece of happiness in the sterile sea of white. Tim’s little girl, Amelia.
“A friend?” She looked up at him with her big turquoise eyes.
“Yes a friend.”
She coughed, a speck of red dotted Tim’s arm, he rubbed the skin on her head and hugged her. He felt her heart beat.
“He’s probably super colorful and wears formal attire and when ever he picks up someone, there’s a parade with the new arrival as the guess of honor.”
“Like a princess?”
“Yes baby like a princess.”
“I’ve always wanted to be a princess daddy,” she closed her eyes and nestled her head in Tim’s chest, “I hope he’s as much fun as you are.”
Her heart beat stopped.
Death lit a torch… in honor of the new princess.