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A Squandered Future

I already know what will happen.

Caressing your face, gazing into your eyes. You look so innocent, and naive. Unknowing of the things to come. Of the pain I cause you. I know that you will die because of me, for it has already happened once before. All due to my own greed.

I feel your chest rising into me with every breath, much stronger than the night you died. A pierced lung is difficult to rise. While seeking the treasure that would grant one wish, you tripped and fell, onto that stone spike. That earthen lance which was the true embodiment of karma took away your breath as I cried over your body. When I came upon the object that would grant my wish, I asked to relive this moment, here, with you.

At this moment I hold your future in my hands. And I hold the eternal torture of knowing I will squander it.

I love you, Anna.

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