>Codeine was cloaked in purple, the prettiest girl there.

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>Codeine was cloaked in purple, the prettiest girl there.
>She was the girl of my dreams.
>I got to know her as a sweet girl with a big heart.
>I loved her like never before.
>When I was with her I felt relaxed and at peace,as if we were in the clouds. Every kiss made my heartbeat 400 times every hour.
>Codeine would dress in purple, but she also liked to dress in red and white, when were alone together she would take it all off, and the sex was incredible.
>As we made love, my legs felt paralyzed, it took my breath away until I passed out and woke up 20 hours later. Confused, I didn’t know where I was. I felt vulnerable and lost.
>Sometimes, spending the day with her left me faint, I had nausea, dizziness and that dreaded feeling of shivers running down all of your extremities. But I was happy unlike ever, because I had her.
>Other days I awoke appalled, imaging that Codeine wasn’t there, thinking about how much I need her and how much I missed her. Those days were so depressing.
>I used to see movies with my friends, hang out, drink a beer, have a chat or share moments together. After meeting Codeine I did all of those things, but only with her.
>I grew apart from my family.
>My mom is embarrassed of me, I lost my job and friends, I’m running out of money, I would be alone in this world without her.
>In this night of melancholy.
>I sat on the couch with Codeine as we drank alcohol, a few minutes passed and I felt like I had come in contact with a truck.
>A silhouette that looked like Codeine’s shadow appeared and put her hands on my throat, choking me.
>I tried to breathe, but it wasn’t enough, it never is enough. I took my last breath and died planted on the couch cushion.