" 'Does it hurt?' she whispered, watching as he toyed with the silver bracelet around his wrist, 'Dying, I mean. Does it hurt?'
The boy looked at her briefly considering her question and then turned away, taking a deep breath. He watched as the waves crashed against the shore, frothing white as they hit the sand. The sun was setting and its dark orange glow glistened against the blue sea, so brightly that he had to squint his eyes.
"Yes," he said, turning back to the girl. He starred into her eyes and she could see that they shined with tears. 'Yes, it does. It hurts. But living . . . living hurts more.'"
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