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( π ) : his breath stills in his chest at her voiceβlow, sharp, quiet in a way that cuts cleaner that any yelling could. despite that, he still maintains his composure.
"i didn't want this, but i knew it was coming."
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you did." eyes still fixated on the floor. "i've gone over my plan a thousand times, trying to figure out what went wrong. but that doesn't change what happened. it doesn't bring him back, either. i know."
he steps forward,
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( π ) : inβhos grip tightened around the bottle at the soundβit felt as if it was cruelly untouched by death. π©π¦ π¬π―π¦πΈ π©π¦ πΈπ’π΄ πΈπ³π°π―π¨.
the voice didn't echo in the room so much as it curled in the back of
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do you know what that makes me?" his tone was almost light, yet the words that came out of his mouth felt heavy. his eyes didn't lift from the floor. "a fool. or maybe just something worse."
then, quieter, "because ..
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