The Angel's Game (The Cemetery of Forgotten 2)
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e friends,” she said.
I looked at her and nodded.
“And we are friends. We always have been.”
She laughed and took my hand. I pointed in front of us, at the sun dipping into the sea, and Cristina watched it with tears in her eyes.
“Will I remember one day?”
“One day.”
I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I had never known how to give her. These pages will be our memory until she draws her last breath in my arms and I take her with me to the open sea, where the deep currents flow, to sink with her forever and escape at last to a place where neither heaven nor hell will ever be able to find us.
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