My Christine. My Angel.
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Ongoing, First published Apr 09, 2015
I knew he was still kneeling on the ground cradling Christine. My Christine. My Angel. Dead. I started to shake with rage at the thought of her lying on the cold, hard ground behind me.
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It's like the whole world stopped. Everyone just stood there, not moving or breathing. The lights faded out and my lungs ached. I couldn't breathe. No matter if I gasped, nothing would come. Everything was a blur. In that moment, I knew that I just pissed off the wrong person, and I was dying. "I love you, L-" I gasped out before the whole world started to work again. But I wasn't there, I was dead.