Dear Amy,

I don’t know why I’m writing this. You’re not even going to be able to read this, but everyone I’ve spoken to says it will help get out all of my feelings. So, here I am… You were literally the best sister I could ask for. My best friend. You have no idea how much I looked up to you. Watching you going through all of your milestones only made me excited for my own… To be completely honest, I hated all of your previous boyfriends. You did good with Josh. He truly made you happy, I could tell. I knew the day he asked you to marry him was likely the best day of your life. Wedding dress shopping was honestly more fun than dress shopping for prom. I wasn’t expecting you to encourage me to try on dresses with you, but you did. Just reminds me of how truly selfless you were… Like mom said-you would have made the most beautiful bride. I looked forward to being one of your bridesmaids… I looked forward to crying while you said "I do", and telling my sappy speech to all the guests and family.

But I didn’t get to do that. Instead, I cried as I watched them carry you. I didn’t even recognize you when the casket was open. I refuse to believe you’re actually gone. When will you come out of hiding and tell me it was all a prank? If the drunk ass that hit you didn’t die too, I would have killed him myself... I'm trying to hold it together. I really am, but this is hard without you...

Only a few days left!

Saw this prompt and it reminded me of an old story beginning I came up with but never actually wrote out. Thanks for the motivation to do that, and sorry it got a bit long.

She was still so beautiful as she lay in state, a hint of her signature knowing smile left in her pale, cold features, her staring eyes and lifeless lips. In a few minutes she would be burned, her ashes given to the storm winds in the manner of his people. He would carry her bier; he couldn't leave it to anyone else, even if it would be down the avenue he had planned to see her walk in a very different ceremony. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her icy brow. For the thousandth time, he wished that her frozen lips would open and give him one last piece of advice, one final shared joke, anything. He didn't know what to do without her. Heck, he hadn't known what to do half the time she'd been alive. She had been a constant sage, her warm practicality the perfect counterweight to his oceans of emotion. Now she was gone, and he was so far below the surface that he didn't know if he'd ever be able to come back up for air.

He had lost his grip on everything, including his power, in that moment when the assassin's knife, meant for him, had torn her chest instead. There had been whole decades worth of lightning and thunder unleashed as he'd shredded the attacker, railed at the guards, and intermittently begged and threatened the healers to keep going long after they'd all known there was no hope. Now there was nothing but a cold, steady sleet falling outside, echoing the utter devastation in his heart, his soul. She was gone, and in a few minutes her smile would be too. He leaned in to grace it with a final kiss, cupping her neck as he had in life. That was when he realized she was still wearing the necklace. It was an ordinary looking thing, but by all accounts the stone set within it was not. Her people would want it back unharmed.

He sighed. The duties of a king were never done. He couldn't even have this moment without something cropping up. He hadn't wanted it, this kingship that fate had seen fit to give him. The clasp mocked him, taking more than a bit of fiddling to get open. He didn't want any of it, not the power he couldn't master or the wings he wouldn't be able to use without remembering this loss. He just wanted her. With a decisive tug, he yanked the stupid piece of metal off her neck.

Outside, there was an enormous crash of thunder. He jumped, whirling toward the window. Surely he hadn't been the cause of that? When he turned around, there she was. Not her body, but her. She was sitting, a look of mildly amused confusion about her. “Kuailan,” she'd whispered, clearly about to ask what had happened. Then her eyes had filled with terror and she'd said his name again, pointing urgently to…the necklace in his hand, its stone now spiderwebbed with cracks through which a terrible darkness was pouring…

2 days left!

last day for entires and I will choose our 3 winners tonight! ^^

In third place, recieving 15K: Bug In a Rug!! Congrats!

In second place, recieving 25K: Eyrie of the Stars! Congrats!

And finally, in first place, recieving 50K.......RFS thoroughbreds! Congrats!

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yay thank you!<3

Are you going to post another prompt?
sorry don't mean to sound pushy

Yes, so the prompt is at the top of the first page! You pick one, title it with the option you picked, and then write!

Ah okay