It was our song. Ever since she was a baby, she would sing that tune. Our parents were so mad that her first word was "Star", but I wouldn't have it any other way. Even as our world fell apart, we stuck together, singing that song. It was our only light of hope. We had planned for this to be the last time we had to kill someone to get out of this wretched place. I had miscalculated. I didn't think it would hit her. They found me, and now i'm sitting on the chair that will bring me back to her. The executioner stands by the switch. Through sobs and whimpers I can hear her sing with me, slowly growing louder over a whisper. "Twinkle, twinkle, little..." *flick*
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