A God's Last Death

A God's Last Death

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Fiction
Mystery
Conspiracy
Detective and Police
Romance
In a slowly dying city completely cut off from the rest of the world, anyone turning 30 is killed. Now it's Andrew's turn. Andrew Wilson has accepted his fate, or so he thinks. But when he crosses paths with Kai, a handsome criminal carrying secrets of his own, he will soon start to have doubts. With less than a year left to live, will he resist the growing feelings inside him, or will the perilous truth shatter their lives forever? . . . . . "𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨?" "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧. 𝐀𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭." . . . . .
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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

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