Remembering Death

It had been six months since Amelia Legates had left her father behind in their small house on the outskirts of London, and yet not a day went by that she didn't think of him. She didn't regret her decision at all - after all, it was in her father's best interests - but that didn't stop her from being bitter about it. She couldn't help but miss the way his glasses were always crooked on his nose no matter how many times she told him to fix them, or the way he would ramble on about the latest historical vase that his museum acquired; all things that she took for granted, even disliked, back when she was experiencing them everyday.

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