She was screaming colours, but it was muted somehow. By the look on her face, anyone could see she was dying. This had happened before, but not for a couple years now. As he dialed the others, he knew this had to be the last time. Neither one of them could deal with it again. It was like watching someone die-like dying himself-but i was all wrong. None of them had verve like Christy did. In the way she lusted for life, she lusted for him, and for the pain he brought her.
Her sleeves were a darker red now, and he numbly knew it be would soon. Neither of them could bear this much longer. She stopped swaying, crawled out of the bed, and placed herself gently in his lap. The she whispered in his ear, smiled, and fell to the ground.
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