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°• the best part of us •°



°•∘ the best part of us ∘•°

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Seven times

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Seven times. It had been seven times that she'd tapped the code on her device. Her tears were rolling down her cheeks and her lips trembled.

They tasted like blood. Nightmare had hit her when she refused to eat, sending her to the floor after a big smack on the face.

S.O.S.

Eight times.

Had the device broke? Was she hopeless? She thought of her friends and her boyfriend and her family and she was sad.

She was sad she'd never get to see them again, to hold them once more, to tell them she loved them.

She'd miss them. Hopefully they'd move on. She wouldn't want them to miss her forever, she wanted them to continue with their lives. If she wasn't going to live hers, she wanted them to live it fully. Maybe in the afterlife she'd be able to cheer for them too, and watch their every step.

She just wished she could see them one last time before everything ended.

S.O.S.

Wiping her mouth, she got up from the floor and paced around the room she was held hostage in. It smelt humid, and gross, and it made her feel so small. So helpless.

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