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- >Your waifu steadily approaches you.
- >The appearance on her face is bleak and somber.
- "Anon, you have to learn to let me go. I'll never be real."
- >You wake up.
- >You immediately jolt from your once reclining state.
- >Vacantly starring at your rumpled bed sheets, you sit completely motionless for what seems like hours.
- >In reality, only a few minutes have passed.
- >A tear forms in your eye and trickles down your cheek.
- >It's now several hours latter.
- >You should have left for work hours ago.
- >Instead you sit alone at your dining room table.
- >In front of you lies a half empty bottle of scotch and your revolver.
- >"Why even live?"
- >You repeat this to yourself for several minutes as you polish off the remnants of the bottle.
- >Your well now intoxicated self ungracefully removes the revolver from the table and places it to your head.
- >In its chamber, a single bullet.
- >Your finger, lying on the trigger.
- >Moments before you end it all, you recall the haunting words that have brought you to this conclusion.
- "Anon, you have to learn to let me go. I'll never be real."
- >BANG.
- >You wake up.
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