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On a scale from one to ten...
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Lie.
Lie.
You have to lie.
Don't make it worse, just lie.
If you don't lie, she'll hate you.
It won't matter that you didn't want to make her hate you more by telling the truth.
It won't matter to her.
She's already hurt, so just lie to her.
You're already dying, don't make her go through a worse pain than that.
Just lie.
You'll hurt her, but do it. Lie for her.
It won't be as bad as the truth.
The truth is much worse.
The truth is more painful.
You don't have a choice, just lie.
One
"I-I never… I nev- never loved you… not like that, Annabeth…" I say, my voice sounding soft and raspy. The blood never stops flowing and darkness slowly covers my eyes and I feel my breathing start to hitch.
Two.
"I never lov-v-ed you," I say again, trying to sound more convincing this time. I have to make her believe. I'm dying. I don't have a choice, she has to move on without me. But, even though I tried so hard, it sounded like a lie, even to my ears.
Three.
"I'm sorry", I say and watch tears falling from her eyes as I finally close my own, finally giving into the pain. And that was alright with me. She would go on with her life and she'll be happy. She'll be alright. She'll be happy and that's all I ever wanted for her.
Four
Giving into the pain, letting it finally darken my vision and stall my breathing was the best relief I have ever felt. To let go. To let it finally end. Until I heard her say, "I thought we agreed never to lie to each other..."
Ten
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