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Note: Not your average Romance/Angst fic! Enjoy : D
Prelude:
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She felt cold.
Very, very cold.
Cold and very, very lonely.
How could she have not noticed it before?
How could she have been so cold?
Staring at his tombstone, guilt made her chest ache.
She killed him, just like his friend said she did, she killed him!
She had killed him with her own cold words, she killed him with her ignorance and rage.
He was so lonely, so sad, so desperate! How could she have not noticed it when she should have?
Was she truly- inhuman?
Her sight blurred, she could not believe it, she could not believe that such a feeling could make a man kill himself.
She thought she understood love, but because of his sudden actions, she's confused.
'If my feelings weren't true love, then what was true love?'
She was at loss.
She was alone.
Alone in her life, just as the man before her is alone in his grave.
She cried, sad and lonely tears.
All she could do, was beg for his forgiveness.
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A/N: confused? Don't worry! You'll understand soon enough.