katk
Lonely, sad, I walked through the tunnel with hopes vanquished. It was the last night, the last minute I had here on Earth. I would no longer see her face, her porcelain skin so unlike my own. Would I ever return? Most likely not for years. Could I know this would happen?
I did.
And I regret every minute I saw her face.
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