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She stopped struggling, tears coursing down her face. I desperately clung to her wrist as if I were the one dangling over the edge of a cliff.

"I'm sorry," she choked out. "For everything."

"What--" My eyes widened as I realized what she was about to do. "Wait, no--!"

"I'm sorry," she repeated in a whisper.

She let go.

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