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It ended as beautifully as it began... holding a single red feather in his grasp, the wind gently blowing through it. His burning blue eyes staring so intensely it could have burnt a hole through it. Slowly he moved his line of focus from the feather to the grey sky hanging above. Feeling each raindrop dance on his skin he closed his eyes and gently loosened his grip on the feather as it fell from between his fingers and palm. he moved his gaze to watch the red feather fall down the side of the building to the ground where his now deceased lover was laid. He took a deep breathe and slightly parted his lips. The only words to escape were

"Burn in hell..." 

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