She opened the closet her son's laughter had been coming from and shadows spilled out like floodwater, filling her lungs and burning her eyes as his laughter grew louder and louder til it felt like her ears were as broken and bleeding as her heart and then - silence.
Silence and darkness so tense that she couldn't even hear her own heartbeat, though she still felt it pounding in her chest. She blinked and saw nothing but the vague swirling darkness of the same shadows she'd unleashed in her grief-stricken attempts to bring him back again.
This wasn't what the book had promised, this wasn't the joyous embrace she'd pictured. It felt like she'd been buried alive and as she clenched her hands she felt the same taffeta they'd lined his tiny coffin with. She already knew it was green - his favourite colour.
She'd done it then, she'd brought him back and all it cost was her own life - hardly a cost at all, she decided.
The air was fast becoming painful and difficult to breathe,not too long to go now.
She hoped he'd have a good life and went to sleep with a smile on her face.
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