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I felt Josh's heart beat slow as he laid tiredly, staring at me intently.

"Are you an angel?" He asked after looking me over.

I let out a dry laugh.

"Something of the sort. Why?" For a boy on his death bed, he'd never looked so perfect.

He seemed like more of an angel than I did.

"It explains your beauty. I've never..." Josh trailed of, finding it hard to breathe.

I approached his bed, placing my hand gently atop of his.

Oh, how I wanted to save him.

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