She feels his return like a blow and by the relief that courses through her. She knows he wants to die, even knows why he wants to die, but for some reason the thought of being the cause of his death truly bothers her. The cold flees her, and is lost to the earth in little time, for it takes a great deal to maintain such cold. She runs to him, and it is reminiscent of a dear in speed and grace. She stops to wrap her arms around him, holding him too tightly for a woman of her frame. I'm sorry, I should have been able to do it. If I hated you, I might have been able to, But I do not, cannot... The iron from the car begins to cause her skin to blister and burn, but she does not let go.
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I'm sorry, I should have been able to do it. If I hated you, I might have been able to, But I do not, cannot...
The iron from the car begins to cause her skin to blister and burn, but she does not let go.