A Longing
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Última publicación jue, jul 25, 2024
"Don't tell me that you moved on?" He asked with pure panic in his voice.
She shook her head.
"I died" she sobbed letting a tear slip down.
Before she could say anything he hugged her since deep down he knew everything was his fault.
"I am sorry, for killing you" He whispered with a guileful tone.
"Isn't obvious?" Her last words before her eyes closed.
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