It then accord to her that no matter what she did. No matter how hard she tried to get him back. His blood was still going to be on her hands. There was no way of getting back something that had ロスト some much life. It hurt to look out that window and see that car. That car that carried him.
It seemed all but a dream. A dream she couldn’t get out of. But then again it wasn’t. It was never going to be a dream. She would never wake from this nightmare she had created.
Their 愛 had wilted then died. She could have tried to save it. But it was no use. He had found someone else to love, and...
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