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its as if she was right there with me, her cold pale hands caressing the side of my cheek. 

my eyes try to process what I was looking at in the mirror, my entire body whipped around in a panic. Beads of sweat form on my face, there's no possible way she could be there. No. Shes dead. yes dead... her cold lifeless body was back at the morgue. Swallowing the lump building up in my throat. Was this my punishment for thinking such ungodly thoughts about her half mutilated body?

How her skin was soft and pale. Her glazed blue eyes slightly open, yet still so beautiful even after death.