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ything, and I can't feel anything around me. Not even my own body, no matter how hard I try to touch anything. Where am I? Why am I

ere is she? Wher

fused and clueless, I tried

m. I was... I am... one of them. Oh, no. There was a war. But... I was... killed, killed by Damien. The traitor and false king of that

to go somewhere I couldn't see. I don't even know if I am moving fr

high hope that I could be heard by anybody, especially by th

you here. I'm scared." I called her name and

no need to find anything if I really am gone in the world of the living. But I am here. What am I even doing here and blabbering something in my wandering mind? I ce

e should be a way in, right? And, if there

ugh? I can't freaking see anything. I can't even f

I muttered as I kept trying to w

our lineage that the great King Alcatraz has chosen, or he just had no other choice. I guess the latter. But hell, I am a freaking girl—a female. And now, I was hunted for it. I am fated to die. No, I don't wanna accept it. Fuck! I haven't even taken my girlfriend out on a date. We have not even reached

eally need to find a w

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l no hope at all. My optimism has escaped my system already. I do

s? My intestines? My other organs? Think none. But I do feel sad and miserably desperate. I need a way out o

e... mmm, we could do lots of things, I mean, talk about a lot of things. Well, fine, both. I just miss her so much. And

be willing to wait for her. Even if it takes her forever. Just kidding, forever is like... too

she cusses is one thing that I want to hear again. I wanna get a touch of her pretty perfect face and her soft straight brown hair again. I want to hear her voice and her laugh again. I want to see her lovely forest green eyes and her annoyingly adorable bright s

you so muc

that I can never have the chance to see and hold you again. I

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t I hate is I cannot sleep. There really is no escape from this hell to a place called a dream. It might be the only place that could make me feel a little bit alive, where I could see anyth

ng; you won't yearn for somebody and some people that you have left behind who could be dead worried abo

them. I don't even know what I have been doing for s

ause I have never felt anything before, ever. It's a good sign, right? Something strange is happening to me. I mean, I feel somewhat new. There is something familiar that I h

ve never smelled something before for so long. And weird is good. Oh, my goodness! Could this m

one like sobbing, I quickly felt that I am n

very hot, and I didn't notice that I can now see. Woah! Damn, I

, my poor bare feet, which are about to get burned because of the flame that surrounds her upper body. Oh, I do remember. She is a damn fire-controlli

my voice to speak. I can't move any of my hands or feet. I ju

my hoarse voice, and she snapped her head to me. And quickly, she st

e she just saw a ghost. Do I look like