Mave is dead. Just like that, he’s been taken from me. My constant, my best friend. The man who always listened to me, no matter what. The man who loved me for who I am – flaws and all. Who made me see things I wouldn’t have otherwise seen. Who fought for me, and with me whenever he thought I was wrong. The man who was my shadow, who always stood behind me, even when I asked him not to. All I would have to do is look over a shoulder, and he’d be there. He’d be there… Not anymore. I place a hand over his heart, and mine practically breaks when I don’t feel a single heartbeat under my palm. “I
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