I knocked on the door of Morrie's house, Connie answered the door. Charlotte came and gave me a hug, telling me he was still asleep, even though it was 10 am. I had brought food again. I don't know why, it wasn't like he could eat it. I guess it was sort of tradition. I waited in the living room. Eventually, Charlotte came and told me he was ready for me. I entered his study. It was empty. I turned hesitantly towards his bedroom, and there he was, lying in his bed. "When you're in bed, you're dead," his words went through my head.
"You...are a good soul," he told me. His voice was thin and raspy. he began to cry. I held him close, feeling his tiny, wet tears fall on the palm of my hand. I pulled away, blinking back years, and i realized that this was my last visit.
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