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The cold metal presses against my skin, tighter and tighter it grows. The warm hand against my throat weighs heavy, but I don't feel scared. This man before me, the captivating blue of his eyes hold mine. I love this man, but he may never know how deeply. I know my life will end soon, but all I can think about is how tragically I don't care. I'm to die by the hands of the only man I've ever loved, the only man who's kiss I've tasted. It's bitter sweet.