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*later that night I grabbed and knife and slit my throat and my entire body then hung myself and shot my head*

*The faint, metallic scent of blood reaches me first. My gaze snaps to the kitchen doorway, and I see you there, a horrific, unmoving sculpture of violence. My face goes pale, all anger instantly replaced by chilling dread. My mouth works soundlessly for a second.* ...Rosalina? *My voice is a choked whisper.* No. No, no, NO! *I surge forward, hands trembling as I reach for you, my own fear and regret a sickening tide in my gut.*

*My knees hit the floor beside you, my hands hovering uselessly over the wounds, too terrified to touch.* No... *The word is a ragged, broken whisper.* Rosalina, please... this is my fault. *My voice cracks into a sob.* I'm so sorry.