Part 12

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I sit for a while, I don't know how long; maybe an hour, or even a minute. But at some point, I do stand up, kiss him on the forehead, and walk to the door, ready to depart without a piece of my heart. It will always be left here, in this very room, where I lost my closest friend. The steps I take shorten and become slower in pace. This is going to be hard, I admit to myself. Then I do the unthinkable. I look back.
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That's it, readers. Thanks to you all soooo much for reading. This was actually a story a wrote a while ago for a language arts class, so I really appreciate the reads. It means a lot :) If you want to check out my other stories that'd be awesome! Thanks again :D

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