PROMISES AND OATHS

PROMISES AND OATHS

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Adam held on to Camellia's weak body. "No! don't do this to me Camellia! Speak to me!" Camellia smiled sadly. "I promised to serve you. I made an oath to save you. I did both." Adam shook his head in anger. "Not like this!" Gently stroking her mate's tear-streak face, Camellia said with tears. "Then I promise to wait you somewhere up there. And I give you an oath to be with you forever. But for now, don't let sadness kill your heart. Smile love." Then Camellia Woods took last shuddering breath and died in her mate's arms.
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