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It hurt so much. Sometimes she'd stop breathing;
her breath halting for what seemed like hours until she'd gasp, feeling light-headed and sick.
And she wished the dreams
would stop. Every night he came to her and held her and then crumbled to dust in her hands. She'd wake up crying out his name,
heart aching, shivering from cold even though the room sweltered.
She wanted to die, to forget, to go back in time
and fix things.
But she couldn't.
Angel had taught her many things. And at the end he'd taught her a very important
lesson.
Love kills.
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