Good Morning, let the stress begin

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"Don't go anywhere! Okay? Just stay here!"

My face went pale with shock I grabbed 'Him' by the arm with not enough strength left.

"You want me to stay! No! I won't!" I shouted at 'Him' with the remaining strength I had left.

It was cold...'He' turned back, 'His' eye's locked on me 'He' smiled, with soft word's, word's I could barely make out but 'His' voice seemed to still cut through the air like a rain drop clearly hitting contact.

"Stay...please...okay? Here."

'He' cut a part of the ribbon with a glide and tied the little red string on one of my fingers.

'He' got up and walked away, seeing nothing but his back, everything went black.

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