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Morning, his place
Burnt toast, Sunday

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You keep his shirt
He keeps his word

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And for once, you let go
Of your fears and your ghosts

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One step, not much
But it said enough

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T O K Y O    G H O U L : r e

P A R T 2

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" E-ETO!" ( Y/n ) cried out and started to sprint to where she was, not until she tripped on some small debris that was lying on the cracked floor. She fell and the wound on her stomach became worse, especially when she didn't land properly. The ( h/c )-haired female grunted and touched her stomach to only realize it was starting to bleed again, but she couldn't care less.

She stood up and started walking again, her legs shaking and her breathing unstable. The Owl laughed softly after seeing the sight of the woman trying to get close to her, but it soon faded once she started coughing uncontrollably, coming to a conclusion that she can no longer live.

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