Video URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y46kDTCaHdE
Added: Feb 23, 2012
From: AnotherLovelyGhost27
Duration: 0:10
For a contest. Wish us luck :) PS: Waken is the name of a story i am working on and this is using a rough piece of it.~ MaciPart 1Tears streamed down my pale face, my fingertips gingerly running along the length of the shining mahogany casket that was two feet long exactly, just five inches longer than he was. I've only seen the interior empty. It was padded with ivory creamy velvet and the pillow was made of the same material, only significantly softer. I refused to see him in it at the wake tonight, but Daide and the rest of the family did. I couldn't bear seeing his pale, lifeless face, his limp body. I had refused to see him at all; I still never have. I knew that the worst was going to happen before it did, so I told Daide that I didn't want to see him. But, in the two short minutes there was life in our son, I almost dared to look up at Daide and the baby. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face as he looked down at the infant. In that moment, I wanted to share the beauty of life with the man I love. But what stopped me was the panic on his face when the life was sucked out of our son just as fast as it had been given. The horror on his face and the sound of him sobbing, yelling at the doctor to do something to help his newborn child and the reality that he had just died in his dad's arms was too much for me to handle. While everyone walked up to the front of the chapel where Daide and the open casket containing our son was to view the infant one last time and offer Daide enough condolences for the both of us, I sat in the very back in the last pew crying as the pastor's wife tried to console me. She insisted several times I go up and see him, but I refused. Daide had already pleaded with me, so she was just wasting her time. But I did appreciate her trying to console me. Several times my eyes met Daide's. They, life him and the pastor's wife, were pleading. I was almost tempted to give in. Not while it's open, I told myself after I had broken our gaze. But then I met Daide's eyes again. He needs me. He needs someone to hold. Still, I couldn't do it. Now, I am standing in the front, the closed casket in front of me and the only thing in my sight, in front of everyone who saw the casket up close while it was open. Daide is just twenty paces behind me, ready to wrap his muscular arms around me if my body language suggested that I needed him for strength. I felt everyone's eyes on me and heard almost everyone's thoughts. I feel so bad for her. She shouldn't have to go through this. If she learned to keep her legs closed she wouldn't be in this mess. I have no sympathy for her at all. I feel bad for her, but I think it's wrong how she hasn't even seen her own son, yet she's going to be burying him in two days. I stumbled backwards, overwhelmed by everything. Daide was right there to catch and steady me, thankfully. He just held me, kissing my forehead as his arms folded across my waist. I rested my hands on his and we just stared at the casket. Our breathing synchronized and I closed my eyes. "I want to be alone with you," I whispered. "And him."
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