Diablo 2: Longing to be with you

Diablo 2 – Longing to be with you
By Lady Jasmine

Chapter 6: Sympathy for the friend
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Legal stuff here: This is meant as a parody. Characters mentioned are not mine, they belong to the creators of Diablo 2, and, if you're not within the legal age of your country to read things of an 'intimate' nature, please don't continue. Yadda, yadda, yadda...


This chapter contains the rewritten version of Chapter 6. (Oct 2007)
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Sturdy sticks of wood bound in a triangle and supporting a small gadget sprung out from the ground. That small gadget however was often underestimated because of its size. The enemy however could only laugh briefly before hell’s wrath was unleashed and the evil was engulfed in a furious wave of a fiery pain. It rather reminded Nevia a lot of Krysta. The woman was small in stature, often underestimated, and she had yet to not walk away alive.

The same ice quee’ expression remained glued to Krysta’s feminine facial features as the intense glow of the fire illuminated her skin and sparkled in her dimmed eyes. Nevia quietly observed Krysta as she cruelly watched the scarab demon writhe in agony. The scarab’s demonic scream ripped through the foreboding silence that inhabited the Halls of the Dead.

The fire slowly died, crackling - hopeful like a human’s last breath in its life. Krysta quietly turned away with a deep breath, her eyes scanning the empty room, no life left except for the sorceress and her own. All evil had been eradicated from these evil halls...Halls of the Dead indeed.

Krysta walked over to an open, charred sarcophagus. She quickly located the cover and returned it to its rightful place with very little effort.

Nevia watched her all the while, still impressed with her sheer strength. The black-leather clad woman motioned for the sorceress to sit down upon the vacant death-box for a chat.

"In a place like this??" Nevia thought, sauntering over. "I know she wanted privacy, but this is nuts."

The assassin remained quiet as she removed the razor sharp katars from her hands and let them drop to the floor with a clatter. She stretched her arms languidly, working out the tightness in her muscles and relaxing her battle skills to not lash out at the next person or thing that movies; it would have been embarrassing if she knocked Nevia over while her razor sharp battle senses were on alert.

"My love... she was an amazon," she murmured softly.

Nevia stared, unsure of whether Krysta was joking or not. "A-are you serious? An amazon??"

The assassin’s face hardened into a stern gaze, "Yes, you’re not the only one surprised by that either."

Nevia was absolutely stunned, "An amazon," she repeated, still in disbelief, "Whoa.... That’s odd... what’s next, a paladin?"

A dark gaze shot out from the assassin, startling the sorceress. The corner of her mouth frowned. "Paladins...." she scoffed. "I’d rather die."

The raven-haired sorceress blinked. "Did I say something wrong?" She thought before speaking, "Uh... what was her name?

"Her name was Avery... and, gods, she was beautiful... she also was very intelligent." A sorrowful smile spread across Krysta’s pale face. "She also said things that even crossed my mind. It was like she was reading my mind. I thought we were connected and it was fate...." her voice trailed.

Nevia sympathetically squeezed Krysta’s shoulder as a prompt to continue on.

***

The dim light of lanterns weakly shone into the slits of her eyes as patches of brighter seeming light spots danced in her vision. The woman groaned, the last thing she remembered was running through the cold plains, trying to escape an angry mob of corrupted rogues. Her body felt weak and every muscle ached in memory of the electric shocks.

Upon trying to bring her right hand to her head to ease the light throbbing pain she felt in her temples, she immediately found herself unable to. Avery's eyes were wide in shock when her stare met with the thick rope wrapped and knotted complexly around her delicate wrist. Identical style of restraints were located at her other wrist and both ankles. She realized she was lying on top of a hard surface, most likely a wooden table, and that she was unable to get up. From where she lay, she turned her head side to side, surveying where she was.

An empty room was all that greeted her. There was nothing out of the ordinary. he walls were noticeably made of tree trunks sliced in half and no effort was made in décor with the exception of the bookcase to her right. However, the one detail that was out of the ordinary was a detail based around her own being; she was nude and vulnerable.

The naked and bound amazon fought with the ropes. She desperately tried slipping her wrist free, tensing her arms and pushing out to break her bonds but it was futile. Whoever had tied her down was obviously no amateur.

Avery had a really bad feeling that she was going to be tortured. Why else would she be tied down? Unless this was some horribly cruel joke! The amazon fought against the ropes again, grunting as she did, panic fluttering through her mind as her pulse raced.

"Ah, so you're finally awake," a low feminine voice remarked. "Did you sleep well, my pet?"

Avery lifted her head, her eyes quickly locking on the shape of a woman hidden in the shadows. She could sense the woman giving an evil smile before she walked into the weak glow of the three lanterns trying desperately to illuminate the spacious room.

Krysta smiled, "Hello." She quietly removed her katar blade from her chain glove then tossed both gloves to the floor with her weapons and picked up something off the floor, hiding it behind her back before the amazon could catch sight of it.

"Krysta??! YOU!!!!" The amazon tried to jump at ho so strangle the smug assassin but the reality of the ropes stopped her. "What're you doing??!"

The leather clad assassin smiled darkly and simply said, "Something fun. Won't you join me? Oh, that's right... you don't have much of a choice in this now, do you?"

Confused and shocked by her response, Avery could only utter, "Why?"

Bringing a leather crop in view which she casually gripped in her bare hand, the assassin extended her arm out, the tip of the crop touching the amazon in the center of her chest, right between her large round breasts. The touch was very light but enough to make feelings of excitement and anticipation burst to life within her.

"To teach you a lesson of course, my sweet. Remember what you said a fortnight ago?"

Avery didn't answer. She knew what was coming.

Krysta continued on. "I believe you called me weak," she spat, snapping the crop in her hand with a menacing glare. Her dainty eyebrow arched against her creamy skin as she smiled slowly. "Imagine... someone calling me weak."

She leaned forward, her hands braced on each side of Avery's head. The amazon's eyes glanced at each hand before meeting the assassin's glare defiantly. It only urged the assassin to lean in closer, her leather-encased breasts rubbing against the amazon's own set.

The delicious friction made Avery shiver on the inside, but she bit down on her lip to avoid showing it.

Still... Krysta smiled; she noticed it.

"I find it hard to believe I am the weak one considering I'm not the one who fell into a trap that could've been easily avoided," Krysta murmured, one hand cupping the amazon's neck possessively.

The touch was craved again as soon as it left despite the amazon's defiance. Avery fought furiously against the ropes as she cursed at Krysta.

"When I get out of here, I'll kill you with my own bare hands!!!" the blonde amazon whispered in a threatening voice.

Krysta only laughed at what she deemed an empty threat. She shifted her arm over, the tip of the crop hovering over to her right nipple, tapping it repeatedly as she spoke in overly condescending tones that were downright theatrical.

"Oh really? I'd like to see you try." Her eyes sparkled amusedly as the nipple slightly hardened and extended itself to touch the crop's tip more deeply. "I've had all kinds of people tied down like this, including a three hundred pound barbarian. No one has ever gotten out until I let them. But, then when I want to let them go, they always beg me to let them stay." She grinned inhumanely, "I wonder how you'll beg...."

The light pink lips of the amazon's mouth split to scream and curse furiously at the assassin as she walked around the table, closer to her head. She leaned down , turning something under the table to tilt the board that Avery lay on at a 45-degree angle. It was then that Avery realized this wasn't really a table but something similar to a torture rack.

"I hope you're comfortable," the assassin whispered into her ear, her breath tickling the sensitive flesh of the blonde's ear. "I had a really hard time moving this torture table from the catacombs to this cabin for you." Her tongue extended out, tracing the delicate shell of her ear once.

Avery's eyes narrowed as she leaned her head close to the brunette and spat in her face, "You go to hell, you bitch!"

The assassin quietly wiped the woman's spittle from her face then turned her back, "You'll regret that," she muttered threateningly, walking over to a bag hanging on a nail wedged into one of the logs that made up the wall.

Krysta opened it and pulled out a yellow fruit, a lemon, with a rope running straight through it. She smiled smugly and leaned in close to the nude amazon and her left hand took a hold of her left breast, squeezing it fondly. "You crazy--?!!!" the amazon started to curse. Krysta's hands quickly took the invitation of the open mouth to forcefully shove the lemon into her mouth.

The amazon struggled vainly, thrashing her head to each side, as the assassin quickly knotted the two ends of the rope behind her head, careful not to tie her hair with it. She double-knotted it, making absolutely sure the lemon would stay firmly in place to muffle Avery's cries and to stop anymore spit from flying out of her mouth.

Avery winced. Her teeth had pierced the thick rind and some of the fruit's sour juices were trickling onto her tongue and down her throat. Her face scrunched in protest by the horrid and sour taste in her mouth. The expression remained glued to her face even as the assassin's hands kneaded the soft flesh of her large luscious breasts, "I told you that you'd regret it," she said with a smirk.

There was a muffled moan from the amazon's throat as Krysta cruelly pinched her swelling nipples while trailing wet kisses from Avery's cheek bone to her breasts, her tongue lingering against her skin every few seconds. Electric sparks seemed to shoot out from Krysta's skilled lingua into Avery's body. The pleasure seeped deep inside the amazon's body and danced around in parts of her soul which she thought were dormant.

"Oh god..." she thought, squeezing her eyes tightly and biting harder into the lemon, trying to deny the pleasant torture she was receiving.

Avery knew her body enjoyed it, she knew she wanted it. What's more, is that in the corner of her mind, she had fantasized about these types of moments. Helplessness, it was something she had never quite experienced being the strong-willed woman she is. But, this moment, she was stripped of her pride, her clothes and her strength. In that cabin in the cold plains, she was no longer an amazon, but a mere woman whose hidden desires were being forced to surface.

Krysta's tongue swirled in an excruciatingly slow manner around the pink areola, depriving the amazon the cure to the burning ache in her left nipple. Her left hand joined in with the obscene torture. It rapidly flicked a few fingers at the unoccupied nipple causing Avery's breath to quicken and her chest to rise and fall more noticeably. Her body was burning up, set aflame by Krysta's touch and her expertly placed licks. Just imagining what else Krysta had in store for Avery made her all the more juicy.

The low cry never escaped Avery's mouth once Krysta fully took her left nipple into her mouth and suckled it hungrily. She swiped her tongue over the hard coral-colored pebble once in awhile and smiled to herself as she did. A wicked thought crossed her mind and she instantly played it out, gently biting down on the nipple in her mouth. A grunt came from the amazon as she flinched. The assassin gave a cruelly innocent smile and stuck her tongue out of her mouth, the tip of the soft pink muscle teasing the nipple.

Avery knew she was wet. It was obvious. She could feel the telltale moisture between her legs and the heat that burned there was too much. Her sweet nectar was gathering, anointing her sex with a dewy glisten that ached for her captor's fingers, tongue or whatever she offered.

Krysta suddenly paused, not moving for one second. She looked up at Avery and into her blue eyes with a quaint smile. "I think you're enjoying this too much... I think I'll stop."

The amazon's eyeacteacted by widening in despair. She didn't want it to end.

That was a mistake.

Krysta grinned wickedly, "Ah, so you ARE enjoying it!" she clapped her hands together. "Perfect but..." she stepped back, her hands going to her own back as she reached for the small row of hooks--practically invisible——that ran down the middle of her leather outfit. "I can't let you have all the fun." She slowly pulled the hooks apart. Each snap of the hook was agonizing, echoing through the room, driving Avery insane.

The leather was finally peeled off of Krysta's flawlessly smooth and pale skin. She tossed it to the ground and licked her lips.

Avery stared at her naked body. She was undeniably beautiful. Her breasts were firm, not too large nor too small, and broad and womanly hips with long legs complimented her thin waist. She was a Venus... a cruel Venus with punishment, pleasure and wantontly unspeakable acts.

"So much for the helpless act..." Krysta murmured smirk as she darted back to her captive, licking Avery's nipples again pla playfully rubbing her hand against her mound. "You may be the captor, but I'm hardly giving you something you don't already want of me."

Another moan from her throat as the assassin gently slapped the amazon's breasts around, delighting in the gracefully obscene bounces. Looking up at her, her dark eyes locking with the clear blue irises, she wrapped her lips around her left nipple, her tongue dancing around it with the heat and texture of a liquid flame. Waves of crackling fire seemed to wash over the blonde's body. The scary part of it all was not the idea of being forced into a sexual act with this crazy woman, but the look in Krysta's eyes as she executed her erotic assaults. She was really into it; her musk was in the air, mingling with the assassin's in a wonderful fragrant bouquet of sex, sweat and lust.

Slender fingers gently poked at her moist sex and Avery's eyes widened, her mind settling back into the cabin.

She felt one long digit trace up and down the line created by her full and glistening nether lips that indicated her arousal. Krysta's thumb pressed firmly at the top of that invisible trail she had traced, right where her clit would be hiding in fear.

Avery held her breath, wanting that touch, wanting to burn, wanting to explode and scream with abandon.

Krysta's thumb roughly rubbed small circles there trying to awaken Avery's clit. The blonde's face was distorted in a mix of excitement and despair. Her toes clenched as her musky dewdrops that gathered at her vagina trickled thinly down one of legs and along her inner thigh. She was so wet already and longed to either squeeze her thighs together to hold her wetness there or spread them wider to accept the sensual assault.

The smirk appeared again on Krysta's lips before she leaned in to allow her tongue to slide against the creamy skin of the amazon's thigh to sample the sweet nectar.

"Mmm..." she purred, loving it. She felt as though she was a lost desert traveler who instead of being given water was offered ambrosia. With one taste, it was the point of no return. Her tongue not once touched the actual fruit she desired. Besides... she always did play with her food first.

She eased her longest digit into the dripping hole, the powerful fragrance of the woman's sex exciting her as did the feel of her finger in her velvety depths. Avery's passage was tight, hot and clenching her fingers; she was desperate for more and in need of release. Her vagina was incredibly slick, pulpy wet, and Krysta couldn't help but watch the woman's reaction as she rapidly pumped her finger a few times before adding another finger and continuing.

The scent was everywhere, surrounding them both, enveloping them and melting away their inhibitions. Krysta's own sex was wet and her own fingers slid down to tease herself the same way she was assaulting the amazon. Her moans mingled with Avery's muffled cries.

Avery's head rolled to the side, eyes closed and her mindlly lly open to accept the treatment. It was so delicious, she could barely stop her mouth from watering like her aroused nether region.

Her eyebrows met to form a frown as she felt Krysta's thumb rubbing against her delicate clit again. She cried out shrilly, her entire body tensing. It was all so heady, it was all so intense but it was not enough; she wanted more. But the fingers suddenly stopped and the assassin stood up, face to face with Avery. Krysta's hands came to Avery's head and the amazon realized what she was up to; she was removing the fruit from her mouth.

When the lemon was tossed, Avery swallowed dryly and mouthed the words, "Thank you."

Krysta didn't answer. She bent down, quickly snatching up the bag she had thrown to the floor that once carried the lemon-gag and swiftly pulled a corked-glass bottle from it that was filled with a clear water. She removed the cork with her teeth and held out the bottle to the Amazon's lips.

"Drink," the assassin ordered. Upon seeing the amazon's look of concern, she added, "It's water," then drank a small amount for herself to prove it. "It's safe."

The blonde nodded and drank it in desperate gulps, the cool water succeeding in satisfying her mouth's desire to be cleared of the sour and pungent taste of the lemon's juices. She could feel Krysta's eyes on her, unabashedly staring at her throat move with each satisfying gulp.

"Ah...." she sighed as Krysta tossed the bottle aside and, not wanting to waste anymore seconds, she quickly resumed her previous actions and viciously pumped two fingers in and out of the amazon's wet heat, abandoning all pretense of gentility.

Avery squealed at the sudden end of her break. She moaned loudly, her eyes tearing up. Her body felt as though it was floating and drifting freely through a mist of desire, every breath filling her lungs with an air she never felt before and different with each breath. Each sensation, the pleasurable jolts of the assassin's fingers pistoning in and out of her slickened pussy, the sucking and slurping sound of the motion... it was incredible to her. On top of that, the freedom to finally scream loud without the obstruction of the yellow fruit rind.

A third finger joined in the erotic assault and Avery's voice moaned in appreciation.

"Oh, yes! Uh, uh... mmmm...." A smile crept onto Krysta's face as she watched the blonde's hips move in time with the thrusting of her fingers. The sight of the amazon in such a lewd setup per perfectly delicious. She loved it all from the blonde hair plastered to her head from the heat built up in the small cabin to the small beads of sweat gathering on her luscious breasts as they bobbed in the old and carnal sexual rhythm that reigned in the room.

Closing her eyes, the beautiful amazon tilted her head slightly towards the ceiling, her mouth half open as she was lost in all of the exquisite sensations flooding her body. A high pitched shriek flew past her lips and her eyes shut tightly. A powerful jolt ran through her body, much stronger than anything she had felt before. Her eyes opened and, between her loud gasps and cries, she looked down at Krysta, her eyes right above the small thatch of her blonde and curly pubic hair.

The assassin's eyes opened and gleamed in the dim light as her lips fastened around the amazon's hard nub. She delicately sucked on it, delighting in the cries, but also making it brief to not spoil the woman with such pleasures. She grinned as the amazon sighed with a hurt look, but quickly apologized with the rapid flicks of her tongue, the edge of her tongue curving around the clit, caressing it lazily.

The cries in the cabin escalated as the assassin's assaults didn’t cease. Krysta had become quite one-minded when it came to no mercy. Her lips tightly gripped the hard passion pearl in her lips and sucked voraciously on it. Her lips pursed around it, pillowing it, tugging it, teasing it and toying with it. The amazon’s body thrashed against the bonds that tied her. Her head swished side to side as she started to scream her climax, "Oh my god!!!!!"

Krysta had other ideas in mind. She stopped, pulled away. The area around her mouth was dewy with the wetness of Avery's sex.

Avery screamed still, this time in anger instead of pleasure. "No! Dammit, Krysta!"

The assassin grinned wickedly as she stood up to her full height and leaned her body onto the amazon's. Eye-to-eye level, she slid one wet digit into Avery's mouth.

The amazon sucked on the finger, her teeth biting it half-heartedly as she tasted her own juices. It made her burn even more.

She stared at the dramatic sweep of Krysta's eyelashes against her pale skin as her breath heaved. The scent of both their sexes and arousal was irresistible to them. This was past the point of no return; both of them had to leave satisfied.

But as to what Krysta wanted... Avery had no clue.

"I want you to beg," she said wickedly, leaning forward, her lithe body rubbing against the amazon's own creamy skin.

The blonde beauty could feel the hard nubs of Krysta's nipples burning a trail into her chest. She could feel the Krysta's knee, rising against her crotch, rubbing the skin of her thigh against her mound. The hard muscle there was enough support that Avery could get off if she wanted to.

And she wanted to.

Avery rubbed her mound against Krysta's leg, moaning as she stimulated the right spots and sent shivers throughout her entire being.

"Ohh... you are my dirty, dirty toy..." Krysta purred.

"Yes," Avery moaned as Krysta's fingers latched onto her nipple again, rolling the pointed tip between her fingers.

Krysta twisted hard and Avery screamed her pleasure. More evidence of her pleasure was on Krysta's leg as she felt a trickle of warmth on her skin. It seemed to burn her.

Avery was bucking hard against her leg, her head thrashing to the side, screaming how close she was to coming.

Krysta smiled, dropping her leg away from Avery's crotch. She shoved her fingers up her dripping sex, knelt down and let her teeth graze upon Avery's clit.

All the white hot pleasure that had built up in Avery’s stomach exploded from its confines and washed over her entire body sparing no limb from the intense ecstasy of that moment. Her back arched itself off the tilted table as every muscle in her body reacted. Her lust filled cries came out as an animalistic howl as she felt her juices willingly being milked out by Krysta's invading fingers.

The amazon’s cum splashed ceremoniously onto Krysta’s chin as Avery’s cunt became a fountain oe dee desirable and intoxicating nectar she so longed to have for herself. She happily and greedily lapped at the juices, letting it slide down her tongue and past her lips so she could savour the pungent taste as it lightly coated the inside of her mouth.

Avery felt drained. Her body shone of the once glistening layer of sweat that was slowly evaporating. Krysta had eagerly been licking away at her sex during her orgasm to keep it going as long as it could and she succeeded. The fading smirk on the assassin's face said all as she untied the amazon.

The bonds were tossed to the floor as Avery examined her wrists, taking notice of the rope burns' crisscrossed patterns.

"I'm sorry if that was too tight," Krysta apologized, leaning close to the amazon for an embrace.

Avery smiled, planting a kiss on the assassin's forehead, "Nah, it's alright. I'll admit this though, you're getting much better..."

***

Nevia shifted nervously in her seat atop the sarcophagus. She hated having to listen to the story. It's not the details that made her uncomfortable, it was because she found herself aroused at the thought of two women together. With her knees touching together, she squeezed her thighs together by flexing the muscles. She could feel the dampness building up in her panties and didn't want that feeling to stay.

The assassin sighed, raising and turning her head to face the other woman. "There will always special moments with a loved one that will be remembered and greatly missed when they're gone... I think the reason I loved her so much was after making love to her.... I realized that she could be both strong and vulnerable at the same time... but ONLY for me. I loved that so much. She was really something special to me. It wasn't just about sex... I want you to understand that."

Nevia nodded, looking up and staring at the empty halls in front of her as Krysta's eyes settled upon the sorceresses body. She chuckled inside, knowing that the young sorceress probably was turned on. What gave it away was how stiffly she was sitting and the sight of her hardened nipples through her shirt.

With a mischievous gleam in her eye, the assassin cutely beeped her friends nipple through the emerald n cln cloth.

Startled by the sudden touch, the sorceress fell backwards over the sarcophagus, landing on her back upon on a small and dusty pile of a decaying skeleton with her legs still up on the sarcophagus. "Ahhh!!" she shrieked, not at the remains she fell upon but at the bold move of her friend. "What was THAT for???!

The assassin laughed throatily, "You were turned on."

"I-I'm not!!" she retorted feebly, still lying on the ground.

From her vantagepoint, Krysta her head towards where Nevia once sat and peered at the sorceress now on the floor. "Yeah you are, your panties don't lie."

"Don't look, you perv!" Blushing furiously, Nevia quickly threw her legs off the sarcophagus and got to her feet. Krysta laughed again, "You're so funny sometimes, you know?"

Nevia turned away shyly, sitting back down on the sarcophagus as the woman continued on, "You act like I've said something REALLY wrong. It's not like I asked for a taste or anything."

Nevia blushed again, "Um, right."

Realizing she had gone too far, Krysta shook headhead, coughing. The sound of her cough bounced off the ancient walls of the room and out to the narrow hallways with its grand stone pillars and statues. "I'm sorry about that. I guess because it's been so long since Avery left me, that I miss having a person to express my... desires... to..."

Nodding, she tried not to blush again. "You must've really loved her... I'm sorry."

"Don't be...." She bit lightly on her bottom lip. "I feel so empty without her.... and well, I guess I'm supposed to. Some people feel like dying for love and..." Krysta sighed softly, "then there’s people like me. People who feel like dying from losing love..."

Nevia nodded again as a silence settled upon the shoulders of the two women. It was like a moment of silence to mourn the lost relationship. "I've never seen her like this..." the sorceress thought. "Then again, I've never really thought her as a person capable of loving..." That thought made her guilty enough to suddenly speak up, "If you don't mind my asking, why did she leave you?"

A grim expression stretched across Krysta's pale face. "She fell in love with a paladin.... and to make things worse, that paladin is male."

Her dark eyes widened, "Oh my.... I'm so sorry...."

The pale woman kept talking despite the tears welling in her eyes being on the verge of spilling over, "That man... Avery said he was perfect for her and... 'different' ... because he was an intellectual. She said she felt that she wanted someone ........ intelligent...." A tear fell down Krysta's cheek as the leader for the rest to follow suit. "That paladin is the brother of the blacksmith in the city--"

"Fara?" she quipped bitterly as a flash of the Fara's moaning face next to Erix's appeared before her.

Krysta nodded, hastily wiping her tears. "That's why I'm here." She choked on a laugh, her face scrunching to try and stop her crying. "I guess I'm just hoping that Avery might drop by here to see Fara.... I'm hoping for another chance." Nevia placed her arms around Krysta, allowing the sorrowful assassin cry on her shoulder.

"It's ok.... Just let it all out..." she said softly, trying to comfort her friend.

Krysta gripped Nevia's small shoulder, crying still into the other one. "You must think I'm pathetic..." she said, her voice breaking up between sobs. "It must be hard to understand..... I shouldn't be like this... I'm so pathetic."

Nevia shook her head, hugging the assassin tighter and feeling her own tears surface and spill. "No, don't say that. You're not pathetic," she replied, bitiown own her lip.

"I understand..." Nevia added silently. "You're just heartbroken..."

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