Jean-Luc: His Story
The Land of the Living
He wandered about the main room of the bedroom suite, trailing his fingertips over the navy velvet back of what had once been his favorite reading arm chair.
He deliberately ignored looking to his left at their bed, even as he slowly walked around the room for the last time.
Even now, after all this time - two years, eight months, two weeks and one day - there were just certain things that he could not force himself to face.
Mentally sighing, and wishing with all of his heart that the servo cleaning bot had not been quite so diligent in keeping these rooms clean and tidy,
he moved slowly toward the large closet cum dressing room that he had once
shared - albeit it was a decidedly unequal sharing - with his wife.
The twenty percent that had become his allotted space still was fairly full with items that he just could not bring himself to have moved to his new,
replacement bedroom suite down the opposite end of the family floor corridor. These items had all hung in this closet, untouched for years.
The pain of the ghosts that they could resurrect were still too devastating to his fragile psyche.
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