I feel myself regaining a sliver of strength, just enough for my eyelids to flutter open, despite the weight of unconsciousness begging for me to succumb. The door shudders open, and there, I see you, my beloved. I reach out a trembling hand to lightly squeeze yours, tears welling in my puffy eyes. โDearโฆ You came. I'mโฆ I'm not ready to die.โ I whisper, my voice fading into the hum of my monitors, sniffling. โCan you?โฆ I want you... No, I need you, to turn me."
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2famont // festher
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26/08/2025
famont // festher
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26/08/2025