Being done with the speech, Samuel was tempted to look at the coffin even though he had tried his hardest not to look. A peek it took to see how his uncle was doing. His face looked fresh, but that was probably because of the morticians. His expression looked familiar, causing a flood of memories to overtake Samuel's mind.
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"Give and Take?" Bradley asked as he smiled, cupping Samuel's face with his blood-drenched hands. "Then you get a-" He stopped to gulp, "You can get a permission from me, too.
Grant me the permission to die, and I'll grant you the permission to cry.."
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Samuel's consciousness suddenly pulled him back to reality, where Bradley was in the coffin, surrounded by white flowers. A sudden force gripped Samuel's heart, and he held onto it.
"Oh fuck! He's panicking." Looking from afar, Nancy quickly ran toward him upon realizing that he must be facing a panic attack.
