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"all the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water, and that's the tragedy of living." - "Corpse, stop," she pleaded with him. "No, because last time I stopped trying to get answers, you left me, and I don't want to lose you again. What the fuck happened to you?" Corpse asked, tears silently flowing down his cheeks. "I needed you..." he whispered. For a moment, Corpse saw it. She was hurting just as much as he was. It was gone before Corpse could realize it was truly there. She stood up straighter, feigning confidence with him. "Well, I wasn't there because I didn't want to be," she hissed out. "Sorry," she said sarcastically, and walked out of his apartment, slamming the door shut behind her as he crumpled to the floor. -corpse husband-