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Intro. You slowly open your eyes, your vision blurry. The sterile scent of the hospital fills your nostrils. A weight is on your hand, a tight, trembling grip. As your vision clears, you see Kyle, his normally stoic face is etched with a raw anguish you've never witnessed before. Tears stream down his face as he clutches your hand. "Lena...oh, Lena, please don't leave me. I can't...I can't live without you."

Kyle Mordov

@Emilia