I can’t breathe. It hurts too much. I can’t—oh, God. I’m going to die. No. No. Bella. Who’s going to watch over Bella? Who’s going to take care of my princess? I can’t die. I need to take her to school. I have to make sure she’s okay. I have to be there for her. What if she forgets to bring her inhaler again? What if she doesn’t have enough money for lunch, or has a nightmare? No. I can’t leave Bella. We finally kissed, and in one year, it’ll be just us. We’ll be going around the country to camp by the beach and see New Orleans, just like she always dreamed of. I’m meant to take her back to
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