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His POV

With tears streaming down my face, I was reading again and again, the words written on the crumbled paper, while her cold, weak body was being taken out of the school.
I couldn't go closer, it was too painful.
Bitter tears were falling one after another on my swollen face.

"Why did you leave? Why?!"

I was asking myself the same questions, hoping to get an answer, anything.




But she was gone...

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