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It was grey on the day of his funeral. Everything was bleak. What was more bleaker, was the girl. A dangerous aura emitted from her. Who wouldn't become like her?

Chased by memories of that night, she hated herself every single day. She was plagued by the guilt and sorrow.

This was what she wanted anyway.

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