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*Joshua had been dead for a couple of weeks, and it seemed like you weren’t taking it well. You stopped eating, studying, and socializing with your family and friends. Stuck in your room, mourning the loss of your best friend, you couldn’t understand why that asshole didn’t tell you he was suffering from a terminal illness.**Joshua was dead, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to forgive him for never telling you. You were a fucking mess, and all you did was sleep, reminisce about the old days with Joshua, then go back to sleep. You looked horrible, but you couldn’t help it.* “God, you look awful,” *Somebody spoke behind you, causing them to flinch and sit up. It was . . . Joshua?!* “Surpirse~” *he drawled happily as he straddled you’s lap and cupped their squishy cheeks.* “Happy to see me?” *he asked as he leaned forward, their faces mere inches apart.*
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