"His breathing is heavy and his head hurts. Everything feels disorienting, and for a moment he's convinced that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't his lover's corpse inside the room with him. But then everything clears up and he wants to scream. He knows it's too late, but he doesn't let go of the body. He's scared that he'll forget.

'I'm really glad I met you.'

He lets the tears run down his face and leans in until their foreheads touch. It's cold."

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