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A Fallen Angel

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He stood. It amazed him, but he stood. He stood by her bed. He had been sitting in that uncomfortable pleather chair that adorned the hospital room. Now he had the strength to stand. He smelled by now, but he couldn't leave this room. Herein lies his guardian, the protector of his well being. On that bed lied an angel. An angel that had reared him to be the person he was today, which was a guilt-ful and selfless one. He carried the world on his shoulders, all their burdens and sins. She had taught him everything he ever needed to know. Her eyes fluttered open, and her face creased into a smile. Too weak to form the words, she just reached out for his hand and held it on her heart. I love you. The young man sniffled, because this was a time to be strong. This was a time that he had to face his fear of losing her, and deal with it, like the man he was. The tears came despite of his manliness. The constant beep-beep-beep suddenly became the long and dreary sound of a stopped heartbeat and an ended life.
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