The DejaVu I Never Knew- SEQUEL
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  • Reads 69
  • Votes 11
  • Parts 14
  • Time 53m
Ongoing, First published Nov 19, 2023
Mature
The 1994 Bottle of Malbec shattered against his skull. Using all my weight, still dazed I grabbed a shard of glass and held it to his throat with no hesitation. It would be so easy.  But what would it accomplish?
"Do it. If it'll put you back together, then do it. I deserve it. Just know that I do love you and once again I am so sorry."
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up!" Tracing the glass across his skin that I've kissed so many times and have memorized with my lips, I couldn't understand why my heart was hesitating. Killing him could end my suffering. It could give me the satisfaction of knowing that I was finally rid of him, no more fears and no more nightmares. I felt a trickle of blood running down my wrist not realizing that the glass had cut me as well. My blood mixed with his and in that moment two souls died as one.
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