I died that day, my heart bleed out in her hands dripping onto her shoes as I walked away, but it wasn’t enough she stabbed my back to ensure that “I was finished” and told me that somehow the heart was hers, she needed a second heart and a full sole b...

I died that day, my heart bleed out in her hands dripping onto her shoes as I walked away, but it wa...

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