I stood on the beach, gazing out at the calm sea, remembering Coco. I still think about her even though she died eleven years ago from a severe Asthma attack.
Sadness crept into my eyes and regret etched my face. She was a beautiful girl whom I loved very much. I asked her to marry me and she accepted. The day after I proposed I got the awful news that she was dead.
After her death, I sold my house on the beach because I couldn’t bear to live there anymore—too many painful memories. We were so happy…
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This is the sequel to Coco.
This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.
Notes to Women 
Heart-rending story.
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Yes, it is.
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Sad story, I could feel the grief.
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I was hoping to bring about that effect.
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it’s tough to lose someone you love, but somehow one must learn to move on.
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Yes, it is. And you’re right. It takes time for people to move on but eventually they do. Being the romantic I am, I will find a new love for him.
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How sad. How sorry. Well done.
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Yes, it is a sad story. Thanks, Bill.
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Oh, what a horrid way to die, gasping for air that you can’t pull into your lungs… having asthma, I understand this. It’s frightening sometimes. What a beautiful story of true love you’ve written for us. Love it!
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Yes, it is a horrible way to die. My son also died from a severe Asthma attack in 2019. I’m happy you liked the story, Bear. Thank you.
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Gone but never to be forgotten. A sorrowful story indeed.
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So true, Keith. The beautiful photo used for this week’s prompt brought forth this sad story.
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Ah, the sadness and the nostalgia, combined.
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Yes, you’re right, Na’ama. I will have him find love again soon, though.
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Talk about a rotten coicidence. I hope the idea of getting married didn’t give her the asthma attack…
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Rest assured, it didn’t. She was madly in love with him and wanted to marry him more than anything else in the world. They spent the night making plans for a big wedding and an adventurous honeymoon. It was the mold in her apartment which caused her death.
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Ah! Makes sense.
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🙂
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Dear Adele,
Such a tragic tale. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Yes, it is but I will make sure that he finds love and happiness again. Thanks 🙂
Shalom,
Adele
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So sad…death is so sad…
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The Bible calls death our enemy which will be destroyed one day. It robs us of our loved ones and causes great sadness and heartache.
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Oh, how sad. Well done, Adele.
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Yes, it was a sad one this time. However, a new love interest for him is just around the corner. Thanks, Dale.
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It feels strange to “like” this story – my “like” means I appreciate the way you have written about a deeply sad loss.
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I understand. It’s tough writing stories about grief and loss. Thanks for liking it anyway, Jilly.
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That’s what life is all about
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You’re right, Dale.
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great expressions and writing shared in a world of living and dying! 💖
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Thanks, Cindy 🙂
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You’re so welcome! 💖
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