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Survivor

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Parts 19
Time 54m

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"I can't take this anymore." I cried 

"Kaiden..." Xavier reached out his hand towards me. 

I turned to face Xavier. The clothes stuck to his skin as we stood in the pouring rain. 

"So much shit has happened and I've tried to be happy but I can't! I can't fathom a life where I don't feel this pain everyday!" I gripped my soaking shirt over my heart. 

"We can work through this! You don't have to do this-"

"Yes I do." I said softly. 

"K-Kaiden wait!" Xavier yelled rushing towards me. 

I took a step back where my foot met nothing but air. I smiled at Xavier as he ran towards me.  

"I love you..."

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Beneath The Surface

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