It was a text from death. He thought.
Found lump in breast. Going in for tests. Tonight discuss the rest.
The tears had no choice. Something crawled up his face and ripped them out. Streams of blue like ribbon waterfalls painted his cheeks.
It was a text from God. He thought.
Results negative. I love you
By now his chest was to weak to contain his heart. It burst through his chest.
He wrote a text of his own,
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