I never thought such a thing could happen to two people in love. How such a thing could tear two people holding onto each other, apart. But now, as it comes to my realization, I was the only one that didn't let go. I was the one hanging on to her until finally she pried my hands away that held her tightly, and slipped from my grasp.
She wanted this, and I could do nothing but watch her fall apart, watching her breaths slow down to nothing. I could not stop her. I could not hold her back anymore. The black ink signified our departure and our future hopes and dreams. Indeed, I wished the best for her, but I did not want to lose her...but it seems like I already did.
Twice...
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