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her.

Leaving him is the last thing I want to do. Getting to know him was the last thing I wanted to do.

But then we would find each other in the common room late at night and we would talk each other's heads off. I got to know him, I fell. I fell harder than I thought I would for a guy like him. He made me forget it, he made me forget that I was dying. It killed me inside that I had to tell him, the day I had to tell him specifically. He lost it, semi-lost it actually. It hurt seeing him so sad and angry that he couldn't do anything. It hurt more than actually dying.

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