100 in 100!

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Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to crank out 100 words or 1 graphic inspired by the word:
Grief

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[agdhani.livejournal.com]

“There’s nothing I can…” began Ninon, her hands now bloody as she felt around the point of impact, where the scalp was torn open and the fractured bone beneath shifted and sank beneath her touch.
“Who is she?” Korma demanded, barking her heightened emotions at the only person in the room she recognized.
“A healer-mage,” Aman replied, swallowing his grief, sinking down to his knees, holding Geary’s hand, his wrist, hoping for a pulse he did not find. If Ninon could not save him, there was no hope that anyone else could. All of this death. All over a cache of weapons he was even more relieved to have destroyed now.
It might have been better, however, if he had died in the garrison collapse. He would have needed to see none of this.
“Father, I have come to…”
A gasping squeal erupted in the open doorway.
Aman looked back.
The squeal ended in a squeak and Oasis sank to the floor.

[simplyn2deep.livejournal.com]

The loft was silent, except for the crackle of the fire.

Stiles sat on the couch, knees pulled to his chest, staring at the flames. Derek hovered nearby, uncertain.

"You don’t have to stay," Stiles said quietly, his voice brittle.

"I’m not leaving," Derek replied, settling beside him.

Stiles swallowed hard, grief etched into every line of his face. "I thought... I thought I’d have more time with him."

Derek didn’t ask who—he didn’t need to. He simply placed a hand on Stiles’ shoulder, grounding him.

"You don’t have to face this alone," Derek murmured.

And Stiles finally let himself break.