Past

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Y/n's POV:
Standing by the smithereens of the land where i lost my love, moving from the spot of one new loss to an old one. There were cloths not far from where we stand they were the colors of our flag. A flag, built by Phil was all the way below the cloths and me. Despite his blowing up the land he built it for his fair share of fake sympathy.

I was brought back to the present after i'd remembered my past just to look at a living person from that past.

He looked to the sunrise then to me,

"My love, i'm free."

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