Dyler Alternate Ending
Dyler stroked the horse’s thick mane, using his fingers to comb out the knots in its relatively well-groomed hair. Suddenly, his stomach rumbled - a deep rumble, like that of thunder. Only from his stomach. It was time for lunch. The horse, as if understanding, snorted, licked his arm, and trotted back to the other horses, swishing its tail with the pleasant summer breeze. Dyler smiled and jogged back to his home. The last thing he needed was for Marie to scold him for being late. Again.
But when Dyler arrived at the small house he called home, there was no meal awaiting him. Instead, he found a dismal piece of half-eaten bread lying on a white plate.With no Marie in sight.
“Marie!” he called, running up the creaky wooden stairs, heading to …show more content…
Esther drew in a deep breath. “She’s quite sick, but it’s nothing for you to worry about,” she answered reassuringly, but Dyler knew better. Marie would never let herself be confined to a small bed, unless she was really sick.
As the days went by, summer passed, and Marie's condition got worse and worse. She ate little - a couple spoons of porridge, an apple slice, nothing more. To Dyler, she was no longer really Marie - it was as if all of her energy and soul had been sapped out, and now all that remained was an empty shell. A watered-down Marie, he thought to himself.
Dyler felt hopeless. Marie’s sickness wasn’t something he could physically fight, it was something much smaller, and deadlier. He could do nothing but let it snatch Marie away, and devour her bit by bit. Maybe, he would often think, with childish naivety, the sickness will get tired of Marie and leave. But even he knew that that was nothing more than foolish wishful thinking.
It wasn’t long before Marie died. Dyler had already known it would happen - he’d already feared the worst, and had given up long ago. People around him were alarmed by his lack of grief, and wondered how such a little boy had handled the death of a loved one so well. But had they taken the time to look into his eyes, they’d see that the fire inside of them was dead. Marie was gone, and so was his soul. All that remained was an empty
But when Dyler arrived at the small house he called home, there was no meal awaiting him. Instead, he found a dismal piece of half-eaten bread lying on a white plate.With no Marie in sight.
“Marie!” he called, running up the creaky wooden stairs, heading to …show more content…
Esther drew in a deep breath. “She’s quite sick, but it’s nothing for you to worry about,” she answered reassuringly, but Dyler knew better. Marie would never let herself be confined to a small bed, unless she was really sick.
As the days went by, summer passed, and Marie's condition got worse and worse. She ate little - a couple spoons of porridge, an apple slice, nothing more. To Dyler, she was no longer really Marie - it was as if all of her energy and soul had been sapped out, and now all that remained was an empty shell. A watered-down Marie, he thought to himself.
Dyler felt hopeless. Marie’s sickness wasn’t something he could physically fight, it was something much smaller, and deadlier. He could do nothing but let it snatch Marie away, and devour her bit by bit. Maybe, he would often think, with childish naivety, the sickness will get tired of Marie and leave. But even he knew that that was nothing more than foolish wishful thinking.
It wasn’t long before Marie died. Dyler had already known it would happen - he’d already feared the worst, and had given up long ago. People around him were alarmed by his lack of grief, and wondered how such a little boy had handled the death of a loved one so well. But had they taken the time to look into his eyes, they’d see that the fire inside of them was dead. Marie was gone, and so was his soul. All that remained was an empty