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Savior [Completed]
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Terminé sam., juin 6, 201511h 27m
"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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