Je T'aime

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"If you're reading this, I'm already dead"

I didn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. She was dead and I'm still here, I didn't believe it. Tears welled up in my eyes as I swallowed slowly, rereading the words on the paper again.

"...and for my darling, my honey, my dearest, I'm sorry."

I bursted into tears. I shook my head, this couldn't be happening. I muttered the phrase, "Don't be sorry" over and over again with painful look I gave, every time I said it. I didn't want this to happen, no one did. My tears dropped on the paper, making it wet and crinkly. I was at the end of the note. My tears smudged out some of the words on the thin parchment. I used the back of my sleeve to wipe cold tears off my chin.

"... I love you."

I forced a weak smile, I whispered softly,

"I love you too, Katya..." 

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