#dergh

Garrett had always expected to outlive his mother...but not like this. Leandra never deserved to go /like that/. There wasn't a word in existence to describe how he felt when he'd seen her, nor how he felt when he'd had to give the final killing blow. There were no words to describe his nightmares, or the tempestuous illness that plagued his gut. It might lessen over time, but it would never go away. And his memory of her would forever be tainted with flashes of gray skin, dry lips and stitches.