Crimson Tears

Crimson Tears

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I truly wished that I could turn back time just to stop her or at least tell her the truth but sadly fate had another plan I could've saved her,but she didn't want to be saved I couldn't understand why but I was foolish enough to let her go I'm Tristan Quentin and the day I met Renesmay was truly the best day of my life Not only was she named after the Twilight love child but she was different it wasn't until the first time I met her that I realised she cried a deep crimson red liquid other then clear salty tears she cried Crimson Tears But sadly her being different was also the reason I could not save her Fate had other plans which I'm still yet to find out
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