irene was brought to the emergency room, i see. lots of blood was lost from her due to the accident. good thing she has a blood type b— same as mine, that's why i thought of donating some of my good blood.
when you knew about that, you quickly went to the hospital. you're begging the doctor to save irene. you're also telling all the time it's your fault why irene is lying on the hospital bed. that it must be you who should be there.
it is not your fault. i don't have a heart big enough to understand your emptiness, frustration, and pain that caused you to be numb and be empty, the things that happened before i knew you and people that passed by you that caused your pain.
that's why you're saying it's your fault— because of what happened before.
i wiped my tears away when vernon came to fetched me at the hospital. before going out, i hugged you tight.
goodbye, hunter.
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Goodbye, Hunter
Short Story❝ you're the reason why there are silhouette dreams and unstitched seams. you're every sonnet i make and the pills i take. you are the one that i love and the one i wish i could have ❞
