Btw, these things are not connected to each other in any way.
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She rarely shows fear; he ponders this. Inevitably, the subject comes up in one of their tête-à-têtes, and she gazes upon him for an eternity before answering.
"I'm not afraid to die," she lowers her eyes. "I'm just afraid that you won't be there with me."
He takes her hand in his. Discussion closed, momentarily.
Seasons change, and the conversation was long forgotten; until their world was shattered when a weapon was hurled at her heart, in the streets, and she couldn't dodge it.
She cried blood in the face of a monster that, once, only lived in her dreams.
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