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Wandering around the withered cave of their abandoned house.

It was unfair.

why did she, of all people, go with him? why wasn't it me?

Praying for a way to die and see him just one more time. The only thing holding me back was not knowing if he was in hell or heaven, and if I would be with him or if she'd be there to stop me aging.

The long rivers streaming out of my eyes land silently on the scorched wooden floor.

Trying to see through the waterfalls over my eyes... PAUSE

EVERYTHING.

It was H... Him! I could really see him. His ghost hovering around as if he was still alive. Wiping my eyes, I started to walk slowly to him as if I was going to his funeral aging. I stopped right in front of him. Face to face. I tried to touch him but I felt only ice.

I looked him up and down, head to toe, crying even more, hugging myself.

His chilled mouth came close to my ear then he whispered,

'Let go and be free.' He vanished and I feel to the floor,

gone as well.