When I woke up, something wasn't quite right.
Antonio was usually bang on-time to work. Always. Usually I was the one who woke up at nine in the morning.
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No response.
Something was up.
"Antonio?"
I shook him gently.
"Antonio-o?"
Nothing. I shook him harder.
"Antonio, enough tricks. Get up, or you'll be late to work..."
I began to panic, shaking him ferociously.
"Antonio! Get up this instant! Antonio!"
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"Please," I whispered. "Please get up."943Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdHd47wGLgM
I knew it was already too late.
He had been telling me about this for some time now; about how his doctors had advised him to avoid strenuous physical activity, not to overload his weakening heart - but they had told him that there was still very little chance of a heart attack.
And yet...
He wasn't breathing.
He was cold.
This had happened a long time ago.
"PLEASE!" I screamed through tears, already knowing it was far too late now. "JUST GET UP!"
He didn't get up.
"No." I whispered. "No. No. No."
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