They had stopped torturing him, but they had started torturing me. His voice echoed in the room, it sounded distant, tired even. "I keep seeing this girl, she has long, straight brown hair and dark blue eyes. She's tall, to my chin maybe. She's, she's beautiful, and I know I know her, but I can't remember where." Ryan choked out and I covered my mouth to stop the sob from escaping. He was gone, they had won.
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