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I wiped the tears away that streaked his fast-growing pale face and smile, a painful thing, ugly with the grief and self loathing. My fingers lingering on his cheeks, caressing gently "Hey when you dispose of my body don't throw it in the sewers, that's where they look first, you should dump me in that closet of the big Halls, I've always wanted to go to Narnia." For not seeing your pain and hiding mine His shoulders shudder from sobs and hysterical laughter. 'You never changed...' "I didn't" my eyes closed as I rest our foreheads against each other, holding him tight and discreetly putting the bracelet in his pocket before letting go and taking the gun with his hands around it, pulling it slowly to my forehead, securing my fingers around his so he can't pull away. But perhaps I wasn't made to change, perhaps I wasn't made to be here. Perhaps...I do not deserve the redemption I now seek This story is something random, please don't expect much of it. Current hiatus until get the interest back
1. Death is not an ending
