Jade was crying her jantung out. Never had she felt so lost. She had hurt her sisters, she had tormented herself, and she was aching for something she knew she could never have. Jade got off her bed, pulling the gun from underneath. She held it to her head and was about to pull the trigger. But a voice stopped her. “Stop! Don't....please don't....”
“Why not?!” Jade yelled.
“Tell him....he needs to know....”
“Know what?!”
“That anda cinta him....”
“How-how do anda know that?”
“I know because I feel the same way. I cinta him too.”
“Y-you do?”
“Yes. Very much so.”
“Then...
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