Bassim
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Would you please correct the mistakes in my sentences? I wrote them as an exercise. I imagine this scene happening at a funeral. I'm wondering if "steel herself" sounds natural in this sentence.
As four men lowered Paul's coffin into the grave, Linda steeled herself for the grief swelling inside her. She had vowed not to cry, but a howl escaped out of her mouth. She was embarrassed, but the pain was overwhelming. For more than forty years, she had lain beside that body, which was now descending into the ground, never to see the light again. How was she going to sleep with the empty side of the bed and wake up and know that it would be vacant until her death? Tears welled into her eyes, and she didn't try to wipe them away. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry!" a voice whispered into her ear. She smelled a musky eau de cologne and looked up. The man's face was smooth, his dark eyes had long lashes. Many decades before, she was astonished by their beauty.
"Kevin!" she said. "Am I dreaming? Is it really you?"
He stepped in front of her, taller by a head than she, held her hands and looked into her eyes. "No, Linda. You're not dreaming. True, my hair has turned grey, and my arthritic knees hurt, but I'm the same."
"It must be more than forty five years we saw each other the last time. I still have that Hemingway book you gave me when we sat by the lake. How did you know that Paul had died? How did you find out about the funeral?"
"Love has no borders, no boundaries. Love has no time or place." His lips curved into a smile. "Don't your remember what we promised to each other on that evening by the lake?"
As four men lowered Paul's coffin into the grave, Linda steeled herself for the grief swelling inside her. She had vowed not to cry, but a howl escaped out of her mouth. She was embarrassed, but the pain was overwhelming. For more than forty years, she had lain beside that body, which was now descending into the ground, never to see the light again. How was she going to sleep with the empty side of the bed and wake up and know that it would be vacant until her death? Tears welled into her eyes, and she didn't try to wipe them away. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry!" a voice whispered into her ear. She smelled a musky eau de cologne and looked up. The man's face was smooth, his dark eyes had long lashes. Many decades before, she was astonished by their beauty.
"Kevin!" she said. "Am I dreaming? Is it really you?"
He stepped in front of her, taller by a head than she, held her hands and looked into her eyes. "No, Linda. You're not dreaming. True, my hair has turned grey, and my arthritic knees hurt, but I'm the same."
"It must be more than forty five years we saw each other the last time. I still have that Hemingway book you gave me when we sat by the lake. How did you know that Paul had died? How did you find out about the funeral?"
"Love has no borders, no boundaries. Love has no time or place." His lips curved into a smile. "Don't your remember what we promised to each other on that evening by the lake?"