Villain and the Dead Lover
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Last published Sat, Apr 19, 2025
My friend gave me the Prompt: villain grieving because their love committed suicide, so they read their old diary for a reason, only to see a few days before their death what was written was "I think somebody' going to kill me soon"
So this is my take on it
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