“He must choose,” Death had said in the slow, raspy voice of wind through dead leaves. “And since you knew him in life, you are the one to give him this choice.”Fuck life. Fuck crying.
“Why me?”
“Because he loved you.”
You are going to cry when reading this. The ending especially. Just all the different shades of sad.
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