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Rosalia’s POV: “He.. he’s g-gone,” I stutter, not wanting to believe it. Ash gives me a sympathetic look, but I keep shaking my head. “No. No, no, no. It - it can’t be.” I turn desperately to appeal to Eris who was standing behind me. “Eri, please.” My voice cracks. “Please tell me Ash is wrong. Please.” I sob, but she gives me a haunted look that tells me all I need to know. “NO!” I scream, the sound echoing around the silent space. “No, no, no, no, nooo.” I slump against the wall and let the grief hovering at the edge of my mind take over. Neither Eris nor Ash moves to touch me for a moment before I feel Ash come and hug me gently. My mind rebels for a second and I wriggle in his touch, still screaming, before I lose some of my anger and despair takes over. “I’m sorry Rosa. I really a