Because of You

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Prologue

I stepped onto the rusty, abandoned pier, my jacket crinkling in the wind. My heart races as I start nearing the end, and I look from the musty, brown wood, to the grey, heartless sky. My pace quickens, I want to get this over with, before anyone notices me. The sea is ruthless, and unforgiving, the perfect place. I take off my jacket, and immediately the frost bitten winter air nips at my skin. Placing the jacket down behind me, I mutter my last words.

"My life is about to end, because of You."

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