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〝 EVEN IF SOMEONE BREAKS YOUR HEART, THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE WILLING TO MEND IT.
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When she says that, it hits me. I have to call the doctor, but if I leave, Ivy will be sad, I'm scared she'll leave me if I move. "Ivy, it's too early Ivy. I love you Ivy! Why don't you fight Ivy?! Why don't you just-"
"Shhh..... I love you too Chris. To the infinity and...... beyond and forever....." I feel her heart beating wildly under me and her grip on my hand loosing slowly.
"And ever." Her cool breath fans my forehead. Her last breath, her last words. And soon I feel a little water drop on the same spot as the breath, indicating that, she did not leave happily, no one does.
I cry loudly, wildly, because now I've lost her. Because my world has stopped. Because my life has ended. I want to kill someone and I want to die and I want to run as far and as fast as I can because she is never coming back. She has fallen off the face of earth and she is never coming back. I have lived with her and loved her, and now she is gone. Gone where I can't follow, until I have finished all of my days. I loved her everyday like there was no tomorrow until, there really wasn't.
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