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Sitting on top of a roof garden, Pac picks a rose off of the bush. It was a gift. One that now goes unappreciated. If it ever was to begin with. He starts to pull the petals off one by one.

He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me.

He prays to whatever gods will listen for this to not be the end. "You shouldn't trust him...I can protect you." echoes in his ears. He should have listened, he should have listened, he should have listened, he should have-. He should have known better.

He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.

Why do his memories always end up tainted? Is it his fault? He feels used. It's not familiar, but he thought he was past this. He trusted and that's his fault. He shouldn't have let anyone get that close.

He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me.

The final petal. He loves me not.

Pac throws the stem as far as he can. He doesn't hold back the heartbroken sob turned angry and anguished scream. He wipes away whatever tears blur his vision as he stands. His (true) soulmate, his best friend, his adorable niece, and his two sons are waiting for him. If anyone asks, he's always had two sons.

"You ready to go, pai?"

"Yes. Let's go, Ramón."