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Hey this is my new book of just short stories. Most will probably be sad tho lmao. Anyways in this story there will be a TRIGGER WARNING! EDITED

She cried herself to sleep that night. Thinking she wouldn't be able to see him again. She sobbed as the memory of him played over in her head. As she touched his hand, she paled. His hand was cold to the touch. Skin pale. And eyes dull. She knew in that moment that he was gone. Gone forever.
"I just want to see him once more.." she cried as she held the blade to her wrists.
Slowly as she slid it acrossed, she sobbed,  "JUST ONCE MORE!"

People gathered for her funeral. Even though others balled and sobbed their hearts out. Her and Him did not. They held hands and stood close as they smiled down on their crying family and friends. She laughed to herself.
"Finally, your hands are warm and wrapped around mine, once more."

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