EPILOGUE

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it kills me the most,
as I held her bleeding body of my own fault,
watched the way her tears fell from her soulless eyes
I blamed myself.
I couldn't believe I was the one to take her away from myself
when I haven't even said how much I love her
out loud.
If I'd say it, would she come back to me?
Would my love come back to me?
"Please," he sobbed, his hands pressing her dead body against his chest, slightly shaking her, "I love you."

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