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type: ridiculously short story
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"NO!" The voice was far away. A diluted red blurred my vision. I pictured who it might be. Dear god, I hope not my dear mother. She couldn't handle another heartbreak. I wish I could see but my glasses were somewhere on the floor, lost in the struggle. I could still hear the rush of the tap; he must have left it on. My limbs were so heavy. I felt like my eyes should have been dry, but they weren't. Someone pulled me out of the wave of red. I felt something on my forehead, then water dripping onto my cheek. My eyes were so heavy now. I couldn't make out who held me. I couldn't stop it. I was so tired. I let them close.
