The ghosts that exert the most power in people__ lives-at least, the people I know__end to be of their own making, and consist of equal parts regret and old fears and just plain missing somebody.
His palm presses against my cheek, stroking away stray strands of hair, __ve, I__e never been so scared. The thought that I__ never get to see you again, to apologise for the way I treated you, I couldn__ bear it. When they dragged you out I was so relieved, knowing that I had a chance to get you back._ He squeezes me tightly against his body as he admits, __ can__ lose you Eve. Them taking you made everything so clear. I love you and I thought I wasn__ going to get the chance to prove how much. I couldn__ let that happen.
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His palm presses against my cheek, stroking away stray strands of hair, __ve, I__e never been so scared. The thought that I__ never get to see you again, to apologise for the way I treated you, I couldn__ bear it. When they dragged you out I was so relieved, knowing that I had a chance to get you back._ He squeezes me tightly against his body as he admits, __ can__ lose you Eve. Them taking you made everything so clear. I love you and I thought I wasn__ going to get the chance to prove how much. I couldn__ let that happen.
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