Kia's Loss
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"Why did they come? Why did they come for us!" I sobbed, shutting my eyes in the torture. He was limp in the tall grass, his skin pale and cold under my hands. His pulse came to an end and I could only watch his last breath frost over in the winter breeze.
Why did I have to do this? Why couldn't I have just found somewhere else to hide?
Because you've already lost the first fight. You can't lose another.
My eyes welded up in tears because it was true. It was true that my only reason for murder was because I've lost so much. Hurt so much. Anything more would be the end. The end of what my life was meant to do. The end of Kia.
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