The Last Time

"Kiss me one last time my angel"
He held his angel of music close to his trembling chest as the last bit of life had
left her once lively eyes. He softly pressed his lips to his loves icy cold lips that for once night long ago he called his own.
Her lifeless body he held in his strong arms as the small girl, the product of the two, came and rested her head on Christine's departed body.
He was all she had, and she was all he had left.
His little angel.

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