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Grief - Papa Grande Short Story,_________________-August 18th, 1981- -7:00 AM-________________I've been in this hospital since I arrived at six-thirty, everything feels like some fucked up nightmare. I've been unable to rest since I saw her form, I've been unable to even leave the hospital. Nobody else that I know is around me, not right now, at least. I'm alone, I'm just sitting here with my thoughts and my several tear filled napkins. I feel like I can't breathe, I can't speak, I feel like I might just explode if I did. As I bring my hands up to my face, I can feel how puffy my eyes are, they are hurting, I am hurting."Yes, I'm here for Melanie Willow, is Grande Willow around? Please, tell me that he is." I heard. As I lift my eyes up to stare at the door in front of me, a familiar shadow easily caught my eye, but I cannot watch for long, I can feel my face beginning to scrunch up again. I have to push myself up, I just have to, I can't sit here while they come in."Grande?"It's Ricky, I can't hold in my tears like this, not around him. My face is beginning to ache, everything hurts, make the pain stop! My head feels like it's being ripped apart, my heart cannot stop pounding, help me."Grande, I'm so sorry."I can't do this, I'm going to collapse. I feel his arms wrapping around my form in a hug, my eyes are watering again so aggressively."I came as fast as I could after you called, I-I know that t-this is hard, but we can get through this, b-buddy."He's crying, now I'm shaking, I can't hold the tears in anymore. I wish that it was me instead to die, Melanie didn't deserve this, we were supposed to be happy. We were supposed to have kids, raise them together, get old together, see our grandchildren, then die together with a smile on our face. Why can't I just be happy? Why did she have to die? I can't breathe, I can't, I'm going to pass out. Let me hit the floor, let me die, I don't want to be in this world anymore, just let me die!________________-9:00 AM-________________Everything seems like a bad dream, my house is so quiet and all that I can see is the alcohol in my hand. It has such an interesting smell, like that of a dead corpse. Ricky is still here, just trying to call everyone that I know with the phone book of mine. I would be the one doing this, if I could see straight, but the taste of alcohol is so therapeutic, it blinds me from what I'm feeling. I can barely pour my next drink, I keep missing that damn shot glass."You need to stop drinking, that's not going to help you."Ha, what does Ricky know? Sure, he's a big, bad cop now, but he has no control over what I do."Grande! You're spilling it everywhere!"He's right, I can hear the alcohol hitting the floor, it sounds almost like a waterfall, how pleasant. I can't see it though, I can't see anything, if only I couldn't feel anything from now on. I'll spill alcohol all over this house, I'll be losing it soon anyway. I can't afford to keep this house going while paying off the rental room at the stage, I'd rather just live there. I'll never have a female companion again, so I might as well just stay where I work."Yeah, he's drunk, he's very drunk. What? Yes, I've tried to talk to him, he won't listen."Oh, silly Ricky, just take that gun on your hip and blow my head off, it'll probably stop this headache. Oh god, make it stop, make this all stop. I'm crying again, I can't stop crying, fuck it, I'm downing this whole bottle.________________-August 20th, 1981- -2:00 PM-________________I can't stop staring at her, she looks so peaceful, but also so cold. Even if this is her funeral, I want to cover her up, tuck her in, and be next to her with my arms wrapped around her. I want to give her my body heat, I want to see her beautiful smile as she turns to look at me, but I never can do any of this, not anymore. Seeing her just sitting in this casket makes me want to join her, I don't want her to be alone, like she was in her youth. Everyone is around me right now, yet I don't want to talk to anyone else, I just have her hand in my own, I'm just rubbing her engagement ring between my fingers. I promised her that I would never leave her, and I won't."Hey son, are you okay?""Grande, I'm here for you, buddy.""I'm so sorry, my little boy.""Melanie is my daughter, and she loved you greatly."All of these words are echoing in my head, I've been hearing them all day. I've just been crying, I can't keep a straight face, I can't even reply to anyone, no words even come out when I do. My head is throbbing, just leave Melanie and I alone, I need this quiet time with her, to tell her how much she means to me.________________-August 20th, 1981- -3:30 PM-________________Every bone in my body is screaming at the sight of her being slowly lowered into the ground, but I cannot bring myself to say anything. Everyone around me is crying, I can even feel Ricky's hand on my shoulder, all I can do is stare in silence. My stomach is twisting, I've thrown up twice since we arrived at the graveyard. Carrying the casket to the vehicle was enough to break me even more, and now, this is the last time I will ever see this casket above ground, this is the last time that I will ever see her above ground. I'll never forget her beautiful eyes, her curly black hair, and her soft laughter as I held her close to my form. I'll never forget the time that we met, with that water tank trick and her being my volunteer. Nothing will ever replace that memory, not even death itself."She was so young!"Her mother is crying so loud, I can feel my lip twitch. I can barely keep myself together right now. She is vanishing from my sight now, she is fully in the pit, I will never even hear her sweet voice again. I can feel everyone staring at me, make them stop, I want to just curl up and die, don't look at me, stop looking at me!________________-November 24th, 1981- -6:00 PM-________________It's been a month and I've already sold the house. I'm living back at my stage, it's the only thing that I have left that is so close to me after all. Alcohol bottles are everywhere and I haven't had the motivation to shower in days. I'm beginning to have serious issues, so much so that my own mother walked in to talk me down. They keep mentioning that Melanie wouldn't want this, how do they know? Melanie is dead, my child is dead, they know nothing about how Melanie feels, she's gone now. Oh, what am I even saying? I'm too drunk to think clearly, I just need to slow down with this alcohol, maybe they have a point. I have a job still, I should be grateful and make an effort to fix myself. My audience needs me, as does this park. I just wish that I didn't have to do this alone. I should talk to Louis when I'm sober enough, if he'll even listen to my worries.________________-10:00 AM-________________I can still taste the alcohol in my breath, but at least I can see correctly. I'm thankful that Louis can understand my situation, but I had to make some adjustments to my magic shows. I needed to for my own health, otherwise I will continue to drink and cancel off work for another week. I've decided to remove the water tank trick, the same one that Melanie had been a volunteer for. I also made sure to not call up any volunteers anymore for bigger tricks, only my actresses are to do everything. I can't let anyone else remind me of what I lost, at least, not like that. I just have to dispose of all the alcohol bottles around the stage area and my room, maybe I will get a good streak in my life? Maybe I can retire from this in the future, make a small business, then live out Melanie and I's dream of moving to Italy? That would be amazing, I just hope that she will be watching every second of it.________________-November 26th, 1981- -7:00 PM-________________I'm finally back to doing my shows once again, and it's a full crowd. I can see my audience outside of the stage room because it is so crowded, I guess they missed me after all. I'm not really nervous, but I am excited to be doing what I love once again after a month of recovery. I'll be paying close attention to every detail around me, this is the show that many have been waiting for, and I don't like to keep my audience waiting.________________-8:00 PM-________________I can't move, not anymore, someone in the audience looks like her, I can't move. I swear, I'm not going insane, there was someone that looked like her! Somebody, please, get me off the stage, I'm going to cry, please, get me off of this damn stage!________________-9:30 pm-________________They are saying that I'm suffering from grief, but I swear that I saw someone out there that looked like her, it made me have an emotional breakdown. I can't stop chugging alcohol down again, nobody is stopping me this time, they know that I'm needing time alone. I should consider myself lucky that I was nearing the end of my show, so the previous trick was pulled off to be my finale trick, even though that was not the case. Melanie is dead, she is gone, she was not there, that was just someone else, damn it!________________-December 31st, 1981- -11:00 PM-________________I'm finally starting to recover from everything that had happened a month ago, but even then, spending Christmas and the other holidays without her has been hard. I'm lucky to have Ricky, he's helped me quite a bit since November, especially with getting me out of the stage room. I still drink, but I try to avoid alcohol on the days that I work, I still love my job, it's all that I have left that once involved Melanie. Losing my job would probably drive me mad."Only one hour left, what do you want to do next year, bud?"I will not lie, that is a good question. I suppose that I should clean up my act more, promise to make more trips to Melanie's grave, and relax more. It'd be good for my health and my mental state, I'm sure.________________-January 2nd, 1982- -1:00 PM-________________It's very cold outside, but the trip to Melanie's grave is so close. I can already see the sign and the small, turned off lights near it. I'm getting closer, I hope that she likes these roses that I got her, if she is watching me of course. She always did like that color, so I'm sure she will love these. Wait, what is that? Wait, Melanie, is that you?! Wait, Melanie, come back!________________-1:20 PM-________________She was there, I swear it! I saw her, she gestured me to follow her in, but she wasn't in there! No, no, I need to settle down, this must be what the denial side of death is like, right? I mean, she's dead, for sure, but that looked so real! No, none of it is, I'm just in denial, she's gone, I know she is. I'm going to just place down the roses and go home, at least this time.________________-September 22nd, 1993- -4:00 PM-________________I'm so tired, my dove. After more than a decade, I still miss you so much. I don't think today will end well, but I must keep positive, it will only be another day. It's my 30th year of performing, I wish that you were here with me, so we could celebrate it together, it'd bring me some joy. My job feels like a mess with Richard as my boss, everything feels fake, like nothing matters and I will be treated poorly anyway, no matter how well I do my job. I still believe that I saw you that day, staring at me from the cemetery. If that was you, I love you, and I hope you will be with me today in spirit. I need you now, way more than ever, I think I'm about ready to explode. May you be with me, my dove, I hope that you will be watching me. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you! Why!? Why does everything have to be so cruel!? What did I do wrong!? Please, God, give me something to feel happy about! Please, I beg of you! I just want happiness, let me have that for one day! No, no, no, that's impossible, I just need to get through this day and continue until retirement. I will make our dream of moving to Italy come true, I promise. I love you, Melanie, and I always will. ________________-September 23rd, 1993- -6:00 AM-________________I don't think I can keep that promise of moving to Italy now, my dove, please forgive me. I messed up, and I failed you. I'm so sorry.
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