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"What do you mean?" The question was delayed by large stretch of minutes. Darius' arms tightened around her. A hint of inexplicable worry flashed in his eyes. He started to regret confessing the first crime he commited in his life. But there was no going back. "Dad has a survival rate of over 50%. When I went to see him, he kept on saying that they got into an accident because of mom and that she was right to die. He was barely conscious, mom was already dead and still wouldn't let her go in peace. I was mourning and didn't think straight. That night I pulled away his oxygen mask and used a pin to make a hole in the IV drip. I got a call the next morning that he was dead. The hospital wanted to take the responsibility but I brushed it off. I didn't want anyone to be burdened by him a