Through the chaos around me, I vaguely caught sight of a familiar figure forcing his way through the crowd.That face, always so cold, now wore panic for the first time. His lips were moving, shouting my name.“Rosie! Rosie!”This had to be a hallucination. After all, he couldn’t possibly care whether I lived or died.As my consciousness drifted, I slipped into a long, endless dream.In the dream, I was a young pup again, trailing after Daniel like a little shadow, my small voice calling out, “Daniel, wait for me!”He would stop under the sunlight, turn around with an exasperated look, and secretly press a piece of candy into my palm. Then, he said in a mock-annoyed tone, “Here. Now quit following me.”I always followed him anyway, and he never truly shook me off.Then the dream shifted to that rainy night three years ago.Daniel, now a grown up, held me close, his burning kiss falling on my forehead as he whispered, “Rosie, will you become my mate?”I’d thought all my year
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