Epilouge

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It had been years, but Din still thought about her. He still had the necklace, he wore it everyday and never took it off, but it was more than that. Her laugh, her smile, her persevering spirit, her optimistic attitude toward everything... her eyes. Especially her eyes. He had watched the light drain from them as he held her, the sound of her final breath echoing in his ears late at night when sleep eluded him. When he did manage to rest, he dreamed about her, living a life of peace together, being happy. He would always awaken with an overwhelming feeling of sorrow, welcoming him like an old friend into a cold embrace. It was a feeling he could never shake, knowing that she was gone forever. The work continued, but life had stopped. His whole world had stopped, collapsed. He was only a shell of a man now, broken and beaten. There would never be another. It was her. It was always her.      

The End

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