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The breeze whipped through her hair as she climbed towards the edge of the small sailboat. Her father sang an off key sea chanty behind her, as she leaned over the side and watched the small waves rolling by.
Her fingers glittered with the weight of status. She had become her worst fear, when she married and gave up her own identity in favor of wealth. She was a trophy wife.
I didn't mean to do it. I really didn't. I never wanted to hurt you, I never wanted this.
How could he have forgotten? Today was the day. 5 years ago on this day, he had met the love of his love. 3 years ago on this day, they had gotten married. 2 years ago on this day, she had died.
He supposed maybe he had been trying to forget.
It had been merely hours, but yet all that remains of his home planet is the debris floating between the galaxies.
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