“Tell me goodbye,” she begged. “At least come and tell me goodbye.” The candle on her vanity burned alive, and she turned to find a letter beside it. No more than just a sentence was written across it. My beautiful, beautiful demise, live long and well. “Coward,” she murmured, tears clinging to her eyes. “You coward.” Ink started appearing on the letter, new words forming. I am. “Come here,” she whispered. Not if I am to ever let you go. She shook her head. “Then don’t.” I love you. Her knees gave to the ground, her body merely a pile of bones surrendered to the grave she’d opened in her
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