The year Tutankhamun died was the hardest year of my life. His passing to the after life was something I thought would never happen. I just didn't have enough time to save him, they wouldn't let me see him no matter how hard I begged and pleaded. He was rough around the edges, but was gentle and kind once you really go to know him. He was a beautiful person with an equally beautiful soul,if I had it my way I would have saved him the second he passed. I loved him more than anyone and yet I never saved him, if only I could go back and save him. For years after he died I spiraled in to depression and wanted to die. No matter what I did I couldn't find a single way to kill myself. He was the only man I ever truly loved.
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Death isn't always an end.
FanfictionThis is a super natural King Tut love story. This will be based on the tv mini series Tut . If you haven't seen the show you might not want to read this in case of spoilers.
