the end | ii

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“No… I can’t,”

he murmured,

struggling to breathe,

words caught somewhere

between this world and the next.

Memories of sunlit days and locked fingers

spun around them

like ghosts.

Time slowed to a halt

as she felt the warmth leaving his body,

despair wrapping around her like a vice.

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