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Her long pale fingers' resting on his lips, shhh baby this is the way it has to be. Pulling his sleeves down as far as they will go, trying to hold on to something, cause her hands will no longer stick. I love you, but sometimes that's just not enough to comfort the tears. Leaves crumbling beneath her footsteps as she walks out into the sea of people, she never looked back and she never will.