Anonymous(07 Ghost Fanfic:Konatsu Warren) -- DISCONTINUED
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DISCONTINUED
He killed her, that was supposed to make him feel happy and proud. For someone who wants to achieve something and impress the people who throw him away like trash- it was a sign of pride. But it didn't end up that way. It looks more like he made a wrong decision once again. Especially, when he realized that his heart was aching for "her".
The fact that it was too late was hurting....
He should have held out his hand that time and reached for her. She would've been alive and breathing beside him. But no, what's done is done.
Even if he wished on countless shooting stars, someone who's dead will never rise again.
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