Angela's Magic Lesson - Good Grief

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Angela's formal dress was becoming much less simple. Its hem was making its way down to the floor, and showed no sign of stopping when it finally hit. As if to compensate, Angela's body grew taller, not to mention older. None of these literal changes mattered, though. All she could concentrate on was the figurative hole in her heart. She clutched a handkerchief as she attempted to choke back sobs. Someone was gone, never to return, and no knowing who it was only hurt her more.

"H... husband...?" she sputtered. "N-no, that can't be right... I haven't even kissed a boy yet!"

The tears flowed unabated. No matter how much she tried to reason him away, the shadowy figure faded in and out of her memories. Never quite connected, never quite in reach. There was the wedding, the war, the official letter... but neither a name nor a face. Only one thing was certain.

"W-whoever he is, he's-- he's gone!"


THE END… or is it?


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