It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like i really was marked for disaster. I'd escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me..
Still, this time was so different from the others.
You could run from someone u feared, u could try to fight someone u hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers - the monsters, the enemies.
When u loved the one who was killing u, it left u no options. HOw could u run, how could u fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If ur life was all u had to give ur beloved, how could u not give it?
If it was someone u truly loved?
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