Whispers overshadowed me as my mind shattered. Fragments escaped–memories. My hand around his neck. His final breath. I stood in the middle of the road. Tears streamed down my cheeks as screams shook my foundation, breaking my sanctuary into pieces.
Cars swarmed past me. Horns beeped. But I stood there, hoping the reaper would sever my ties with life. He never came. Instead, Michael appeared–the one I annihilated. Smiling. Reaching his hands toward my neck.
I woke up in the hospital, strapped to the bed. The nurse tried to convince me it was a dream, but I knew the truth.
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