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l alive. Was there any? Saying it was challenging. I had repressed myself so

ained from doing it, though. If there was an outside world, it was the only way to communicate with i

I was waiting for the sadness to engulf me and pull me down. I suppose I could say th

I didn't want to fall asleep; I didn't want time to pass, so I barely raised

ponsive? I hardly ever went upstairs. However, the shock was twice as severe as

mpression that I was watching an old movie rather than it being in full color. But since I was here, I had to play the lead role. The clouds were so near to the ground that I almo

's. What would take place next was clear to see.

turned to look, his arm turned to dust, and he was already gone. Why would you want me to endure that suffering once

tmares creeping into the depths of my mind. Gruesome pictures of people? I was

tried to move her car off the railroad tracks before the train hit, a man getting killed in a r

ist was engulfing me. Thi

could still adore it? I sensed some musical notes and a feeling of peace that I hadn't experienced in a while.

ing! I waved at him, but he didn't seem to recognize me. He performed at many weddings, so...

in what I thought was burning sand. However, it was so chilly that my blood stopped flowin

my husband wasn't doing it? I stared in horror as I reached out t

arco, wait! Come back, my darling, or you'll drown!" but my words would not co

morse about allowing him to leave. That might be the case. All I needed to do was wake up. I w

hey were so overwhelming. I found myself on the plane, te

m to exit the aircraft. He could trade tickets with me. He had done it before. T

couldn't; it was all so foggy. My eyes, my perspective. Finally, there were cries and sha

d a lot of yelling, including mine. I was on board this airc

entire body hurt, I was Anna again, and I felt relieved. I was still alive. The tranquil

ugh me and slamming into a corner of one of my deadly dreams when I finally pulle

y voice jolted me back to reality, a realit