That feeling of terrible emptiness when I touched him was like going into a house that you thought would be full of people you loved, only to find it… - Laurell K. Hamilton

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That feeling of terrible emptiness when I touched him was like going into a house that you thought would be full of people you loved, only to find it empty, and even the furniture taken. You walk from room to room, hearing your footsteps echo on the naked floors. Your voice bounces back from the empty walls, where the lines of beloved photos still show like the line around a body at a crime scene. He was gone.

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About Laurell K. Hamilton

Laurell Kaye Hamilton (born 19 February 1963) is an American erotic horror and science fiction/fantasy writer, well-known for her Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter series. In 2000, she branched out and started the new Merry Gentry series about a fairy princess turned private investigator. Her writing is characterized by vivid prose, strong first-character viewpoint, and explicit sex and violence.

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Birth Name: Laurell Kaye Klein
Alternative Names: Laurell Kaye Hamilton
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Well I wasn't going to die. You didn't die of a broken heart, it just felt like you were going to. I knew from personal experience that if you just kept moving, acting as if you weren't bleeding inside you didn't die, and eventually you stopped wanting to.

You cannot die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

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