YaYa wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her in, closing her in his embrace. He felt her body shudder and heard the makings of a sob. He held her tighter. “God, Ethic, I love you so much.” “YaYa, don’t do this to me, ma.” His tone was guttural… piteous. They had been here before. Their goodbyes were never easy… always weighted because Ethic would always love her too. In another world, some alternate universe, she would be his wife. Not this one, though. In this one, she was meant to pass through his life briefly and give him an experience that was full of passion, but not
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