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I actually felt worth it. I had found somebody to possibly spend the rest of my life with, and i know I'm going to get him taken away from me. I watched him with wide eyes, as he cocked it to Luke's head. "Why did you run away pudding-cup?" Kristoff asks me, slightly grinning. "To get away from you, you sick, twisted, bastard." I spat, now sobbing.Why does he do this to me? He's already did thw worst. Why did he have to find me at my happiest, and fuck it up? Why does he do this to me? Luke looks at me, eyes red, and says,"I'll miss you." Kristoff cocks the gun, ready to shoot him. the one I actually love, the one who would'nt take me for granted,the one who truly loved me. He smiles."Sleep tight, Luke" I made my final plea. "Kristoff, no!" I'm Elizabeth Foy, and this is my story.