*** First life after the first death IV ***

Destiny will do the finding.

You are mine, to begin with.

I will always be your end game.

- Estefan Eustacio

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She was sitting in a field of green wheat; the stalks bend lazily in the wind marveling at the grains. Each one is distinct and though different from the others, still perfectly formed. She runs her hand along the edge to feel the combination of rough and smooth and then glances upward to feel the warm light of the mid-summer day. The air smells just right and the birds fly in an almost cloudless sky. She began walking, the field went on forever and after a while her feet bec