A loyal servant

Farrell:

My hand hurt badly from the injury I had but I needed to save Molly who was in the hallway crying out her heart. I knew this would happen, but I couldn't stop her. This must have been her first time facing a thing like this, or maybe she didn't face it often, because I was already immune to losing loved ones. At a point in my life it seemed like a trend. It was one person to another, but I never lost my life. I had been to the funeral home a thousand times in my life.

"Molly!" I called out, grabbing her hands before she could make it out to the reception with patients.

"What more do I have to live for?" She asked, looking at me.

My heart ached the more I watched her tears flow, but I knew it would be selfish talking about how much I loved her.

"You live for Kate!" I said, and she paused for a while, sniffing slowly. "She asked you to do that, so why don't you want to? Live for her, and fulfill your life. We all will be there, and it's a matter of time. Our prayers should be t