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Spectrum
She saw him for the last time. His ruffled brown hair began to
turn maroon, and his hazel eyes started fading into nothing. The
collar of his tan coat was drenched in blood. She suddenly
remembered their first encounter. The same tan coat, first soaked
in rain, now soaked in blood. She lightly touched the worn out coat,
reminiscing for a few seconds.
I’m sorry…
Shallow breaths slowly quietened. Gasping came to a halt. His
heart that beat furiously to the last minute had finally stopped. He
was gone.
All that was left of him was a corpse and a warm coat.
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