Everyone dies
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Last published Sat, May 24, 2025
"πΈπ©πΊ ππͺπ·π¦ πΈπ©π¦π― πΊπ°πΆ π€π’π― π₯πͺπ¦?"
The words trembled from my lips, and the tears, they wouldn't stop.
"TELL ME! You've ruined everything! My whole life!" I sobbed, choking on my own breath. "πΈπ©πΊ π΄π©π°πΆππ₯ πͺ π¬π¦π¦π± ππͺπ·πͺπ―π¨ πΈπ©π¦π― π π€π’π― π«πΆπ΄π΅ π₯πͺπ¦?"
I shuffled forward, falling to my knees in front of him. My gaze dropped. My voice cracked.
"You took everything from me... Everyone I love thinks I'm dead. Why? Why would you do this to me?"
He looked down. Quiet. Then, slowly, he knelt too.
His fingers gently tilted my chin up.
His eyes met mine, he was crying too.
"I did the right thing," he said softly. "Don't be sad."
He pulled me into a hug. I let myself break in his arms, tears soaking his shoulder. But then-
Pain.
A sudden, sharp burn bloomed in my chest.
I gasped and pulled back.
The knife.
It was in me.
Blood ran down in thick lines, painting the floor.
I looked at him in disbelief. Then at the crimson soaking through my shirt.
"Why?" I whispered. My voice barely air. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth.
He hugged me again. Tighter this time.
"I love you," he whispered.
And then he laid me down. Gently. Like I was something broken. Something already gone.
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