Letter 5

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Dear Ardere,

A gut-wrenching pain has developed in the lower abdome of my mortal self. The muscles twist and the flesh wails. The blood pumper punches the digestor in agony. The longing for your love surpasses the longing for life.

These chemicals churning inside my brain, these chemicals affecting my building structure of my body. Makes me question whether or not shall I be claimed by death.

Love or death, who shall claim this immortal soul while the mortal flesh rots is the answer most awaited. The deities of destiny declares that your smile shall be the solution of the prolonged problem.

Yours,
Asura.

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