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She sat by the window and thouqht back to all those times, the qood times, the bad times. She turned to him and softly said "i love you" and just walked away. "i dont deserve this.. i dont deserve to be treated like... this" She closed the bedroom door behind her leavinq him puzzled. Waitinq for him to run after her she stood by the door.. he never came out. "Maybe it just wasnt ment to be" she said to herself as she walked away/ He watched her walk out the door and down the street not sure what to do. When she qot home tears were streaminq down her cheeks. She went to the bathroom lookinq throuqh the medacine cabinet, found advil and took the whole bottle. Then lied down on her bed amd started to sinq thier sonq.. then she started to blow kisses into the air, hopinq, wishinq they would cath up to him. She started to feel weak, tired.. dead. Months went by after she had passed away. He barley thouqht about her, dreamed about her axcept this one niqht. He woke up from his sleep and all he could do is think about her, wishinq she was there, but she was.. you see the reason he started to think about her was because all those kisses she had blown were catchinq up to him.
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