"What?!" I shouted as I pulled my hand away from his grasp. He had to be mad, just how could a person die more than once?
"It's true... Because of me you died many times and no matter how many times I went back and tried to fix things you would eventually be rushed to the hospital and eventually die in my arms..." his voice cracked as he bit down hard on his lower lip. A droplet if blood began to form from the sheer impact of his teeth on the smooth skin of his lips.
I didn't know what it was and why it was happening, but seeing him broken like that made me unconsciously reach towards him.
"I'm sorry... it's all my fault... No matter what I did, you would eventually die... I can't take this anymore!"
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