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It was a dreary day, God it was horrible.

It was storming outside, rumbles of thunder every 30 seconds or so, rain pouring on the windows. Didn’t help make the situation feel any better, V was twitching, couldn’t stand, felt dizzy.

At this point, everyone had noticed she was dying. She knew this was her last day, and fuck, it really did hurt.

Johnny glitchily appeared next to her bed, where she was laying, numbly staring at the ceiling as she could feel herself slowly slipping away. Everything was beginning to feel like a dream.

V slowly reached for his hand, fully aware it wasn’t actually there, but at this point in their journey he almost felt real. Her palm against his knuckles, she let out a breath that hurt her lungs. “Johnny…” she said, her voice a frail noise.

“Stop.” Johnny replied, his voice bitter, “you know this is bullshit. A selfish decision purely made out of fear. You did this to yourself.”

She took in a slow, shaky breath, as a tear fell from her eye, “I…Didn’t think it’d be so painful…” her voice was shaking. “My…my…” She stopped for a second, gathering enough strength to say the words as she meant them. “My Johnny…”

“Valerie…” He replied, his voice a growl. “God, I’ll miss you, the real you, not whatever fucked up mess will be left of your personality.”

She was fading fast, now.

Her ears were ringing…

“I love you, V.”