It was my fault. I was the one who made him mad. It's my fault. I knew better. After all, he said he was sorry and that it wouldn't happen again. And I think he really meant it this time. At least, I hope he did...
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Have you ever imagined something so strongly that when it came true nothing made sense? Have you ever wished that you could go back to how it used to be? So that you'd never know what it feels like to lose someone.