I looked at him, his blue eyes were eyeing me in deep concentration as he cradled me in his arms. I smiled weakly, trying to reassure him with my actions that I was going to be alright. "Don't worry." I muttered before closing my eyes as pain washed over me for the sixth time. "Ghosts don't get hurt, after all." I barely registered him replying, his words coming in mismatched timing. "You're not a ghost." I felt my cheeks becoming wet. His tears. Voice cracking, he relayed his next words. "You're an angel."
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