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why? why had it to be like this…? rain fell down as the devil cried, even hours after the funeral alone at the grave of his beloved scientist, damn it things had… had only started to get somewhere between the two of them but..
he wouldent blame her, he couldent, she is just a child, and it was a freak accident
“w– why… Vic.. I.. I love you, c– co- come back, please… i– if not fo r me.. then for, for, for Crea” his voice was quiet, even more so with the down poor around him, cracking and stumbling over his words as he ran a hand over the engraved name
VICTOR FLANKENSTEIN
A WONDERFUL FATHER AND SCIENTIST
HE WILL BE MISSED DEARLY YET NEVER FORGOTTEN
another broken sob left the man, as the rain fell harder he will always love him even if he is heartbroken for the rest of time