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I have to find him, I know he's here. I sprint through the village desperately even though it's pouring down and night is coming. As I turn a corner I see the shirt he was wearing the last time I saw him. When I pick it up, I see blood covering the sleeves. I remember when I saw that, I felt so many emotions. Dread, fear, exhaustion, anger. Then I looked up. ...I wish I never did. He was dead. Gone. Not there anymore. How could it be? He was alive, talking to me hours ago... Now he's not. I feel a sharp pain in my chest. Is this really how it's going be? That night, I picked up a knife that was by his side and stabbed myself. The last thing I thought before I passed out was, "I love you, Dalfon."
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