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She ripped off the necklace; the one Sarah gave her many years ago.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT!" She screamed, "I WANTED TO GIVE UP, BUT I STAYED WITH IT! IT JUST LED TO HEARTBREAKS. SARAH DIEING. JOY'S DISAPPEARANCE," she paused.
"Fabian." She whispered. "We were so close. I could almost taste it."
She sat at the side of her bed, in Anubis' House.
Yes, she still lived there; she bought the house for Sarah.
She had aged quite a bit over the years. She had bags under her eyes from being deprived of sleep, and her hair was in a mess of pure chaos.
All those years, her young and youthful years, dropped down on her like blocks of bricks.
She brought a pad and paper on her lap, quickly scribbling a note.
She grabbed some random medicine from her cabinet.
She took 7 tablets, with a cup of water to flush it down. She lay in her bed, "Goodbye," she mumbled, as she fell into the unawakening slumber of the unknown.
The next day, a neighbor called, but Nina didn't answer. Carious and confused (after all, they always had afternoon tea on Saturdays), she called the police.
They barged in the house, only to find a woman in her mid-twenties to early-thirties lying in her bed, not breathing.
Beside her sat a note and a medication bottle.
"Take no more than five tablets per 24 hours." It read.
Five days later, many people came, wearing black. They were weeping, but 9 out of the big clusters of people had an idea why.
Of course, some had more clues than others, but they all knew of Nina's "conflicts."
In the end, they all gave up on her. She would have wanted to too, but she said she owed at least this to Sarah.
So they left her.
One by one they stopped seeing her. They went on with their lives. College, Married, had kids, and had wonderful careers.
Fabian of course was the last to leave. He still had hope in his heart that one day Nina would open her naïve eyes and see that Fabian loved her.
But the clues blinded her.
Then the 'mistake' happened, and that was Fabian's last straw.
He would never be able to dance at the next reunion, or go somewhere without being stared at.
He was confined to a movable chair for the rest of his life.
That lively, young, bright student was gone.
A sullen, grouchy, sour man replaced him.
Sometimes he thought he was worse than Victor.
When her walked into the funeral home, a lone tear fell on his face.
He quickly wiped it, hoping no one saw it.
He took a deep breath, and put his poker face on.
There is no reason to show emotion. Emotion just shows weaknesses.
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