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"Not your fault," Hugo repeated Rose's last words.
He walked out of the room, ignoring the reassuring words from the medical staff. She was dead. A few days ago, he would have been the one to do it, but now-
"Gone, isn't she?" Roman asked, standing.
rose hand fell limp a slight smile still on her face her pale skin fading to a dull more color the shadows seemed to stand still a that one thing time not moving the tear dry stain on rose's face
"I love you," he whispered.
Hugo let go.
rose smiled slightly her eyes closing her grip loosing the darkness taking her away a single tear fell from her closing eye's
"I'll kill him," he promised.
rose grabbed his hand "not yo-your f-falt" rose said weaker
Hugo leaned down and kissed her.
"Sorry," he said, slightly hoarse.
rose smiled weakly "glad y-you put u-u-up with m-me" rose said trying to look at him