It's cold. I'm cold.
I hear her talking to me. I love her. If she only knew how much I love her. My wife so perfect.
My life was perfect. Our little peanut, soon turn two, is perfect.
The two little angels in my belly are perfect.
Her hand has just caressed my cheek. Her hand is so warm compared to my skin.
No love, put your hand back on my cheek...
No love, don't scream. The pain is almost gone.
I can't feel a thing.
Your hands are there, back on my chest.
I can feel you trying to bring me back to you. But the harder you try, the more my blood escapes.
It's not your fault. It's my fault.
Don't blame yourself for not saving me.
Someone could take our daughter. I hear her crying. She breaks my heart.
It's not like I want to leave.
But I'm not lying on the floor anymore.
I never liked to see you cry.
*-"Hey there, who are you?
But, I recognize you... I finally meeting you, Charlie."
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See you on Thursday
