Roads
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"When you wake up, he'll be dead." Minho held my hand and for a moment I was almost sorry. Almost. Yet this war had to end and he needed to die. I needed to live.
Foreword
This is a submission for Shiny_A_Plus's writing contest, Writing Down the Bones. If you haven't heard of it, Please click the link HERE.
And for those of you wondering were the title comes from, please reference the following video:
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