Sure enough, the next time I saw Donna was on Fremora's news.She was wearing the wedding dress I'd once bought her, hunched over, muttering my name on loop."Hector... Hector..."Didn't matter what anyone asked—she ignored them, stuck on repeat.Her hair was a matted wreck. The dress was filthy, ripped apart like it had been clawed to shreds. Blood streaked the corner of her mouth. Her arms and legs were covered in scars—fresh ones layered over old. Looked like she'd been taking hits for a while.Finally, some kind soul offered to take her to a psych hospital.She fought it at first, until the person whispered, "Hector's there, waiting for you."Her eyes lit up, and just like that, she went.The camera cut to the hospital doors.Donna bolted inside, tearing around the halls, desperate, searching for me.When she couldn't find me, she froze, then crumpled to the floor, sobbing."He doesn't want me anymore. He left. He went abroad."Before anyone could react, she suddenly sp
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