He fell into bed, his skin hot and itchy, his hair standing up in ragged spikes. Lying back against the musty sheets-should’ve changed them before today, fucking would’ve if he’d realized how much time he’d be spending in here today-he scrubbed both hands over his face and sighed. His eyes were dry at last, but his face felt swollen and stretched
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Teri
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Camilla
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I just commented on another story that i wouldn't read RPS ,but I guess I just did.
This was really heartbreaking and felt so real,I´m so thankfull that you posted and shared this story.
Carolien
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Joe
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--I guess I won't be done crying for quite a while yet. I'm glad you shared it. Thank you.
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We'll all have to find a way to accept Heath's passing and remember him always
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He is not truly gone, he lives on in his movies and in our hearts
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