Chapter Five

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----Terra's POV----

So, that's my story. That's why I sit here on the bed that once held Blake's sleeping body, writing what may be my last words. It's why I toy with the frayed edge of his blue button up shirt, which I wear now. It's why, not just one hour ago, I lost any and all reason that I had to live. It's why I'm eyeing Blake's rifle across the room. It sure looks inviting.

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