death

Now, she baked and there was no one around

Cookies. Yum. But bad. Happy but sad. She loved baking them. But she couldn’t eat them.

Everytime she went to take a bite, tears would start streaming down her face. She was reminded of how she would bake with her loved ones. Now, she baked and there was no one around. Yet she continued the tradition. It kept her alive, albeit sad.

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