Night. Garlic and butter sizzled as you hummed. “I… I didn’t… I’m so sorry… I never meant…” he muttered, pacing, hands shaking. His grip tightened on the gun. “Do it… if you must,” you whispered, pressing it to your chest. Tears blurred his vision as he rasped, “I can’t… I just can’t hurt you—you make it too easy to forgive me.” His snarl cracked. “And I can’t let you go—I JUST CANT...”
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15/09/2025
Jinu's Wifey
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15/09/2025