Paris doesn't speak anymore. He probably could, and even in his therapy sessions, he doesn't say a word.
Rachel is gone.
Rachel is gone.
Rachel is gone and he's still here. Why was she the one who had to die? She was so beautiful, so friendly and so sweet, and now Paris has to live without her.
This wasn't fair!
This wasn't fair!
This isn't fair!
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Rachel
Short StoryParis and Rachel, Rachel and Paris. Then the car crash. Now there's only Paris.
