He was the cause of my beating heart, much faster than a bullet but the pain also feels like a gunshot wound. note: this is only an essay, not a story :)
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I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.