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Her eyes crystallized at the last gasp of breath she took was exhaled. Brown curls hung from the arms of her one and only love, and her body was stiff and frigid as of now. Bloodstains surrounded the death wound, and she claimed that it didn't hurt. She said that it was perfect. Dying in the arms of the only man she could've loved.
Little does he know, that right about now, his one and only love is dancing in the daisies with a bow and arrow nearby. Little does he know about her laughing whilst she twirls, her hair becoming one with the wind.
Now, she's safe. This, contradicting her death, is perfect.
"I love you, Scott McCall," she whispered through gasps of air and gurgles of blood.
Arden Pass is dead, and somehow it resembled the death of her queen, Allison Argent. Aside from the fact of being stabbed in the abdomen by a sword operated by a mythological Japanese warrior, of course. Suffering a bullet wound in the abdomen from a gun operated by an unknown antagonist, the girl immediately dies in the arms of her boyfriend. She finally got the chance to tell him she loved him.
The following is a study of her friends and their feelings during the aftermath of her death.