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She thought of her wife, who was walking down the street.
Her wife wore the dress she swore every year to throw away
but dug out from the depths of her closet year after year.
Her wife was not passionate, but her little habits had a quaint charm
and it was exactly that quirk that had attracted her when they first met.
The bottles of perfume that she never touched
the same socks she wore again and again,
The old hairspray that was always in the bathroom.
and this song.
[♫Baby par Justin Bieber♫]
the she sang while cooking mashed potatoes had become part of a life
that she found foreign and planned to leave between the main course and the dessert.
Y-Your dog, ma'am.
Thank you.
What bothered her about her wife was that she never ordered dog or dessert, but still ate almost all of his.
The blood of her wife smelled so sweet that it was hard to resist.
As her wife smiled, she was at the point of shouting, "I'm going to eat you so stop smiling."
"I'm going to eat you, so stop smiling!"
She contented herself with offering her wife some water.
Suddenly, her wife began to cry as she had never cried before.
The first thought that came to her head:
"She knows. She's known for some time." I should have guessed.
She told him that, in medical terms, the paper described a case of terminal cancer.
A strange metallic voice in her head began to say:
"You must rise to the occasion."
And that is what she did.
She wrapped his wife of attention she had previously withheld:
hanging frames here and there around the house,
reading aloud "Eclipse" by Stephenie Meyer.
Even the most insignificant things had a different flavor since she knew it would be the last time that she could do them for her .
By acting like a woman in love, she became a woman in love.
Before her wife died, she bit her.
What she didn't know was that leukemia is contagious to vampires.
Her wife stayed with her through her illness
and they listened to music on their walkman
but her wife healed while she died slowly.
I'm scared.
Why, my love?
Heaven probably doesn't exist.
That's ridiculous. Of course heaven exists.
How do you know?
It's simple; I have faith.
...Alexandrie?
And when she died in my arms, I fell into an emotional coma that I never came out of.
Even today, after all these years, my heart skips a beat every time I see a woman with red hair.