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Savior [Completed]
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"They all like to say 'all good things must come to an end,' but why isn't there anything about bad things?"
"There is, actually."
"What?"
"'No matter how long the night, dawn will break.'"
"Oh, right. I'm not arguing there, but...dawn will break, there's no question there.The question is, will the person always survive the night to see it?"
"Of course. That's what it means, that no matter how bad things are, they will get better, and you will be there to see it."
"You're sure?"
"I promise."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I'm sure, because I'll be there with you the whole way."
*This story follows Undone, which follows New Days :)
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"You're gonna get stabbed one of these days, seriously." I used to just laugh off my friends' warnings. Blessed with a silver tongue, I'd toyed with countless women since I was a child, and my college days were spent cycling through dozens of them. I was that kind of womanizing scumbag, and I genuinely believed there was no way I'd ever get stabbed in a law-abiding country like Japan. ...That is, until the night an ex-girlfriend I'd carelessly tossed aside stabbed me in the back. As my consciousness faded, I remembered my grandmother's words, "Everything you do comes back to you," and I died regretting my own foolishness.
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