".. what does it matter how my heart breaks?"

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he had long taken care of you, watching as you progressed further into the worsening stages with the abnormal build up of proteins that plagued your brain cells. witnessing you degrade like this only disturbed him immensely, but he had no plans to abandon you any time soon.

he passed by the room and your seated figure, heading towards the gramophone by the corner as he removed the vinyl record from the turntable. he looked through the other discs before taking one out, setting it down on the turntable and lightly placing the needle by the grooves of the vinyl.

"is this all right?.. or would you prefer another one?"