Anaesthetic

We were childhood friends. Abigail Bailey. The girl with a sweet smile. I could remember her chestnut brown hair and her chocolate brown eyes. She was pretty in every way. I loved everything about her. Things started to change. We were not meant to be. I loved her yet the story of Romeo and Juliet happened between us. We were not fated. I hated it. Why can't we be together. I wanted to be her anaesthetic.
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"Abigail Bailey, don't you know me?"He muttered, his eyes were watery. "Can't we be together?"