Prologue

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"I'm dying" His words felt foreign to her. She never thought she would be forced to hear such a tragic claim fall from his lips. His soft rosy lips that like a starved rabid animal had she craved to kiss. No she craved to devour them.

She gazed lovingly into his forest green eyes and silently hoped that it was all a dream, a nightmare. In just mere moments she would find herself caged in his warm embrace. But she had yet to wake up. Or so she thought.

After pinching herself repeatedly, she bit her tongue, grinding her teeth, a futile attempt to prevent the heartbreaking whimpers that threatened to spill from her lips.

She flinched as she felt a thumb swipe at the rogue tears that rolled down her pale cheeks.

Her hands shook as the urge to sob her heart out grew stronger

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Her hands shook as the urge to sob her heart out grew stronger. She lunged for his hand and cradled it to her chest.

No matter how many times she tried to deny it, no matter how many times she tried to wake herself up from this so called "nightmare" she couldn't.

He was dying...

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