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    .was worth <b>it</b>.<b>” </b>


    His hand slipped from mine.


    His head fell to my shoulder.


    <b>And </b>he was gone.


    Maximus Laker.


    The boy who once marked me in pain.


    The man who tried to make up for it in loyalty.


    The friend who stood between me and death.


    Who chose my life over his without hesitation.


    And all I could do was scream.


    Because nothing about it felt worth it.


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