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Chapter CXVIII: His Story (17)

Seeing her in this situation has brought so much emotion to me. It was more than just a dream.

She’s here. In the middle of darkness was her soul, standing in front of me. I don’t know what to say. My tongue got tied. As I let go of the hug, I didn’t know why she told me to just forget her.

Unlike me, she doesn’t seem happy. She just stood in front of me.

She wore the same dress on the day she died. Her body is glowing – emitting a blinding light – but I don’t care as long as I can see her. “Leira?” With a confused look, I asked her. I wanted to get near her again but she didn’t let me. Although her body appears like a soul, I was able to touch her. It feels like a dream to see her – the real her.

“Let me go, Chris.” She’s pleading. Her voice had become that sweet voice that I could hear of everytime we would have an argument and she would use that mellifluous voice in order to deceive me and get whatever she wanted.

I looked at her, wanting to talk with her. Like how she is,
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