I still clearly remember that it was a summer afternoon. The sky was tattered by gray clouds. Occasionally, golden sunlight would escape and shine on the glass building, stimulating people's neon swimming.
His face was pale, his cold hands held mine tightly, and he said to me: "What should I do... I have lost my breath, and I can't seem to feel my heartbeat."
One day later, I smelled the stench of corpse; three days later, my boyfriend started to rot.
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