
My white shirt was completely ruined. It wasn't dirt or rain, it was her blood. It had soaked right through the fabric, warm and heavy against my chest, and now it was drying into a stiff, dark stain over my heart.


My white shirt was completely ruined. It wasn't dirt or rain, it was her blood. It had soaked right through the fabric, warm and heavy against my chest, and now it was drying into a stiff, dark stain over my heart.

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