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I pressed my lips down on hers, cupping her face in my hands, giving her a soft, gentle kiss that left me yearning for more.

In this moment...

I never wanted to leave her.

But I knew that I didn't have a choice.

I was a man.

It was my responsibility to provide.

What kind of a man would I be, allowing my family to spend the rest of their lives living in a place like this?

It was no life to live.

"I will remember you everyday, my love," she whispered, our tears mangling together as we kissed each other with passion.

"And I will remember you," I promised.

Feeling my heart shatter into millions of tiny pieces as I kissed her...

Knowing that this was goodbye.

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