There are times when I remember that I've used the text of this icon time out of mind, for good reasons.
Have a ficlet of 233 words. It's a death story, or maybe more a grief story, which is what all my death stories end up being anyway. It could be gen but I wrote it as slash, because that's my default. Written to the irresistible prompt 'the ghost of your loved one reproaching you for your choices.'
Read at AO3:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23357080 Or read at Dreamwidth:
https://mab-browne.dreamwidth.org/400038.html