"Stella... Stella, wake up."I try to block out the voice, terrified of who might be calling my name in the dark. But the longer I listen, the less nervous I feel. The voice is smooth, almost melodic, lifting a heavy weight off my chest and wrapping me in a sudden, quiet calm. I want to know who is shouting for me, who could possibly have such an overwhelming effect on my shattered nerves.I finally gather the nerve to open my eyes, expecting a face, but I am instantly met with bitter disappointment. All I see is endless whiteness stretching out in every direction, blinding and vacant. I look over my shoulders, turning in circles, but the empty space seems infinite. There is no one here. I begin to wonder if I simply imagined the sound, a desperate trick played by a dying mind. But I couldn't have imagined it. I felt the warmth that radiated from those words—a rare, genuine love that I haven't known in years.I become frustrated, terrified that the feeling will disappear if I don't ca
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