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she didn't really die. just her soul. it died as the silent warm rain poured down her head, onto a desolate body. first soaking her hair, then her eye lids, soon after soaking her gown. gray, as the skies were, here eyes focused upon her lover her stood there gazing into her eyes, reaching out, but turning back halfway, he noticed how much pain he had caused her. he tried, he begged, even his eyes were full of tears. she just stood there. she didn't really die, just her soul. the shapless clouds formed a broken heart he caused. a broken heart he couldn't fix. you fucking did this. her heart just simply stopped...