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[ The longer time stretches on, the more desperate Rebecca grows. Desperate, hopeful, longing.

I'm sorry, Isabella. I'm sorry, I was so harsh. I'm sorry, I should've come to see you sooner. I'm sorry, if I had just been nicer, maybe...

...maybe you would still be alive.

Leaning forward, eerily still as if held up by a string. She waits, she... ]

...Nothing's...happening...is it?

[ For all her apologies, Isabella will never hear them. ]

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