[She comes to a halt. Like there's an invisible wall (not paint, separating her from him, making her so helpless and useless), and she can only stare at him. He looks perfect. This is the memory she tries to hold onto. This is the brother, father, family she wants to remember. Not his blood, everywhere, skin pale and eyes dull because the life had left him.
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The tears roll down her cheeks, unbidden.]
Gustave?
[She's missed him. Terribly.]