'Please don't leave.'

'Please don't leave.'

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10:38am. Present Day. "Astrid, please promise me that you will fight. I need you, we still have to do all those things we've planned. You can't leave, so please don't leave." I watched him walk around the hospital room biting his nails, he did that when he was nervous. I remember the time when he was getting his letter back from college, he wouldn't stop walking in circles. Your life can change. Your life can flash before your eyes. The love of your life can kill you. And you can choose wether you're going to fight or give up. Join Astrid as she fights for her life and re-lives her life. And not in the way you're expecting.
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