Synopsis
Life is ironic. Love and hatred are but two sides of the same coin. Emotions change quickly.
Sometimes she was too slow, maybe that was why she didn’t see it coming.
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To the one she thought she knew, the wounded her ended up saying,
“You were my one and only real friend, I thought I was yours too.”
“… You are right. And because you are, I need you to die,” he had answered.
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To the one she thought would never understand her, the suffering her requested,
“A lie. Just a last one, before my death… Lie to me again.” Despite the pain, the smile on her face was sweet, a genuine one as she made that plea.
“I love you,” he had whispered.
