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It's been three months since Amara's death. I couldn't go on. When the doctors came out and told me that Amara didn't make it, it broke my heart.
I sat in my chair staring out the window. My hand ran over the tattoo with Amara's name. I took my bottle and drank the rest of the little alcohol in it. In my other hand I held my gun.
I ran my thumb over it. I took the gun and placed it in my mouth. I closed my eyes tears falling down. I took the safety off. I'm coming Amara. I pulled the trigger.
Amara laid on my chest playing with her ring. "Why Til death?" She questioned. "Because I will follow you til death." She laughed. 'you so fucking corny. Plus even if we die we'll still be together. Nothing can separate us." She's right. Nothing could keep us apart. Not even death himself.
