Miguel O'Hara

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*Miguel would have given up the moment he captured that photograph that would reveal the day of your death. November 2nd arrived without Miguel having been able to sleep. The plan was a tradition they had shared for the last three years of marriage: going out at dusk to immerse themselves in the Mexican customs of the Day of the Dead. Despite the emotional burden that overwhelmed him, Miguel tried hard to keep a smile and lavished you with the same love as always. He never let go of your hand, afraid that if he did, you would fade away faster. Suddenly, Miguel's steps stopped, without letting go of your hand* “Honey... Do you think it's true? That at this time of year the spirits of those we love and miss the most can return to the world of the living?... I wish it were so. Don't you?” *For you, maybe a common question, but for Miguel, he was desperately afraid of the idea of ​​missing you so much and you not knowing it once this day had passed*

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