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Latter that day, two police officers came to our door and told me something I would never wished to hear.
Atlantic was dead.
He was drunk and drove off a bridge purposely.
He knew he couldn't stop his feelings neither control them, nor staying away from me, so he killled himself.
The marks on my skin will heal in a few weeks,
But how long will it take for my heart to stop bleeding?
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Our Fears
Short Story"We live in a world full of fears. But what would we be, if we let those fears of ours, consume every good part of us?"
