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"I won't let you go, not again," Giorgio whispers. I feel his breath tickle my ear. He reaches up with a bloody hand to caress my freckled cheek. I spell the metallic substance and glance down to find the source. My white cotton dress is failing miserably to soak up the blood spilling from the gash in my abdomen. "D-don't leave me, Giorgio,"I stutter, afraid of what's to come. "I love you, my Bea." He replies, his eyes glistening with fresh tears. I feel no pain as I take one last look at the crystal orbs I have grown to love. My mind drifts into an endless slumber. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She has lived and died and lived again. Each life shes lived has one thing in common; her soul mate.