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EMAYA'S P.O.V
I took a deep breath and exhaled. I wiped my tears away and continued reading.
I tried. I tried living. I tried seeing that rose coloured life you know?
I did my best to live.
The irony of life, Eya, is when I realized that just because you being alive is someone else's happiness doesn't mean you'll automatically be happy too.
I know I'm in love with you. I truly am, but my mind... my mind won't be convinced.
My heart knows. Because it feels for you. It aches for you. For your presence and for your love. YOU Emaya, is what has always held me back.
You kept me sane. I already told you this but even in my last days, I want you to know.
I want you to know that, you were that bit of sanity that kept me balanced. You were the good when my mind was the evil.
You were the forgiveness to my sinful mind.
The one mind that'll drive me to kill myself.
I know you love me, but I have to go. I can't keep on doing this to myself... or you.
I know your heart hurts for me when you see my freshly cut wounds. When I end up on a hospital bed because of an overdose. I see the hurt in your eyes and the love in the tears that you've cried for me.
You care too much for a person who is literally rotting inside, my love.
A world like this, doesn't deserve a person like you. But, it needs you.
Like I told you before, we're the protagonist of our own story. My story ends here. With me.
You'll be okay baby.
I'm probably going to hell for taking away this one life that I've been given. I should appreciate it, you know? Be grateful for it.
Well I'd trade my life for someone on his/her deathbed any day.
You made life worth it though.
I can die happy, knowing you're the one and only person in this fucked up world that I've ever fallen in love with.
I'll happily watch you from hell.
My beautiful angel, Emaya June, thank you. For all of these years that you have spent with me. For the time you've wasted on loving me.
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