Who you were before this night is not important.

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What you were doing is irrelevant.

 

Your hopes, dreams, despair, fears, almost anything before this night will not matter.

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Because there is one thing you can never let go of.

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An accident by your hands many nights ago.

You lost two that night. A lover and a child.

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But, on this moonlit night, only one will return to you.

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A night where you could use a lot of hope.

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If you want to hold on to the past, you must accept that this soul is your responsibility, and whatever happens from this point forth will be your fault.

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I accept.