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“I love you, Quistis.”It was too late to say that now. Still, I wanted her to hear it. Wherever she was.I place the flowers by the headstone.Her name is carved into stone. It would remember her name, at least. I would too. Along with her voice, her smile and the way she lived her life. For as long as I could.I think about all the words I would say to her if she appeared at my side. I think I’m gonna do that for the rest of my life.Haunt myself with words I never said.