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"It was never meant to be." Pain erupted in my chest as he slowly released his grip, sliding off me like some oily substance. I fell to the ground, paralysed from the fatal blow. After taking one last look into my eyes, he turned on his heal and walked into the shadows, never to emerge again. I could feel the blood draining from my body, reaching out and exploring its new found freedom on the cold cement. My eyes grew heavy. I saw the first hint of a new day creep in through the tall, lifeless buildings that hung over me. I panicked suddenly, not knowing how I should lay dying. Was I in a dignified position? Should I die with my eyes closed? I didn't know.