
You found me alone on the pursian rug my mother had given us during holiday, tears, wetting my face. I discovered your hand upon my chest, causing ripples of hope to flourish from your body into mine own. My eyes unsealed to find yours looking fixedly into mine, bearing the same wetness mirrored in mine. I felt my body rise, and my arm extend to dust the tears from your cheek. The repentance I meet within my spirit sends sparks of self-disgust into every crevice of my being. Your hand closes around mine as I feel my body grow weak. What I have done is unforgivable. Your eyes begin to fade, my breath growing heavy. "Love," the only word that finds the energy to escape my lips. My ears catch their final input, your voice whispering your final words to your dying lover, "Goodbye."
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