From Devotion To Despair: His Regret

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was using as a weapon had already been cut

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attering for what felt like

feeling and became a deep, chilling n

, constricted, as if

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ween our parents, it do

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so tightly, visibly stiffened. He look

wanted was to build a home with him. The "new home" we had picked out furniture for

was shock. Maybe confusion. Maybe even a flicker of someth

Jessica, still nestled in his ar

han.

ing from him to me, her voice dripping wi

angry with me... it

o sis... please don

understand Ethan. He rea

sk of innocent kindness only filled me with a

aster of hypocrisy, the other a monument to hear

to look at them

h my entire body, I leaned against the cold, tiled

inst each other. Blood was still trickling down my

roken body, one agonizing step at

to get ou

omatic doors, I heard the sound of a pow

hts, I saw Ethan carefully, gently, lift

ion, a globally limited edition luxury sports car. He

door sla

sped away from the curb, not

rred up a cloud of dust and gri

left m

h, abandoned at the cold, impe

crumpled, pathetic mess, lo

o had killed my mother, and drove off in a c

ancer. I knew she didn

, that had undoubtedly stolen the last

I had to get

the back of my hand. My eyes, which had been dull with

o my feet and

I told the driver, my voi

eful, but so, so cold. I found the best funeral home in the city a

needed to be calm

home, the cool night air hitting m

n displayed a name that I

ica

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ker, triumphant and sickly swee

you saw it all

Ethan' s most impor

for y

ending chuckle, her tone dri

used to play with, and n

st remembered something important. Her vo

I are getting married. At

lutely hav

own two eyes how I replace you