Chapter Eight

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Dante and I walked through the musium and I went to my favorite room in the museum with flowers all over the walls. Dante went across to one with pam. I loved the flowers as a kid and Dante used to come here and play as we used to look at the flowers. I grip onto Dantes hoodie he gave to me and start to cry. I don't want to die. I want to love dante.
I begin to cough and cough up flowers and more blood. It hurts . I can't breath. My lungs are filled with flowers as I cry harder and harder.
           Dante rushes in and sees me on the ground and holds me in his arms. Dante tells me that he is here for me. And I say...... Dante...Win....the..tournament..for..me.. Dante yells out "you're not going to die on me" I ask Dante " do you want your hoodie back" as I weakly hand it to him. He starts to cry and tells me that he will win the tournament. I tell Dante that I love him. I say to Dante, " I'm tired, bring me your hoodie when I wake up." Dante let out a loud cry as I passed into the light in his arms. Dante still looked beautiful when he was crying.


The rest of the book is Dante's POV

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