Perhaps luck was one of the many enemies he always had a hard time beating. His luck always showed him its rear side when he needed luck to support his hard work. Yet again, he did everything in his power, or beyond, to be with the one he couldn't live without, he ran out of luck. The person who he loved more than everything in the world had left him, not willingly, but that doesn't make any difference.
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