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"
Yes
,
you
are
the
reason
.
"
I
frowned
.
"
The
reason
I
’
m
here
-
alive
.
"
"
Barely
.
"
His
voice
was
just
a
whisper
.
"
Covered
in
gauze
and
plaster
and
hardly
able
to
move
.
"
"
I
wasn
’
t
referring
to
my
most
recent
near
-
death
experience
,
"
I
said
,
growing
irritated
.
"
I
was
thinking
of
the
others
-
you
can
take
your
pick
.
If
it
weren
’
t
for
you
,
I
would
be
rotting
away
in
the
Forks
cemetery
.
"
He
winced
at
my
words
,
but
the
haunted
look
didn
’
t
leave
his
eyes
.
"
That
’
s
not
the
worst
part
,
though
,
"
he
continued
to
whisper
.
He
acted
as
if
I
hadn
’
t
spoken
.
"
Not
seeing
you
there
on
the
floor
.
.
.
crumpled
and
broken
.
"
His
voice
was
choked
.
"
Not
thinking
I
was
too
late
.
Not
even
hearing
you
scream
in
pain
-
all
those
unbearable
memories
that
I
’
ll
carry
with
me
for
the
rest
of
eternity
.
No
,
the
very
worst
was
feeling
.
.
.
knowing
that
I
couldn
’
t
stop
.
Believing
that
I
was
going
to
kill
you
myself
.
"
"
But
you
didn
’
t
.
"
"
I
could
have
.
So
easily
.
"
I
knew
I
needed
to
stay
calm
.
.
.
but
he
was
trying
to
talk
himself
into
leaving
me
,
and
the
panic
fluttered
in
my
lungs
,
trying
to
get
out
.
"
Promise
me
,
"
I
whispered
.
