He never trusted her. Somewhere deep down she knew he wouldn't. Ever. She stopped clarifying and trying to remove the blames put on her. She tried hard to dust the blames off but they were too deeply jutted. Going through the pain of each stab everyday she gave up, fighting and also her life, leaving behind only a blank paper with blotted ink and some memories.
A father-daughter relationship died that day, leaving him cursing himself for doubting her, as he read the note.
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A/N Another one of the stories I cried while writing... Well yeah, I can cry while writing although some may feel absurd about it...
They come right from my heart people... That's why the tears... T__T...
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