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062: Someone pushed me

Author: Kim Lina
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-26 23:59:30

CORRIE

I was going to die. And I was too calm about it. The water made it's way to my lungs and instead of fighting it, I just gave up. This was a befitting way to die as an orphan.

I was born with nothing and I was going to leave with nothing as well.

I would finally see Haven. After four years, we would be reunited and just the thought of that made me happy at least.

"What about Emmette?" I didn't know where the question came from but I ignored it. It must be the voices in my head or whatever. It didn't matter. Emmette was fine after his wife died, he'll be the same when I'm gone.

"What about Emery?" My chest ached a bit. She'll be fine without me too. It would be wrong to continue pretending to be her mother. Maybe this might open up a reason for Emmette to be honest.

"What about me?" The darkness that once enveloped me disappeared. Well not completely disappear. It was still start but light emitted from only one thing, one person. Me.

I saw myself right in front of me. I had a loo
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