I reached out in a daze, trying to touch him, but he vanished before my eyes like a bubble bursting.Slowly, I began seeing Jace more and more often, and each time, he stayed a little longer. I clung greedily to the illusion that he was still by my side and flushed every pill the psychiatrist had prescribed down the toilet. But gradually, he stopped coming. He only appeared in my dreams, and every time I was just about to touch him, I would jolt awake.Reality was merciless in reminding me that Jace was already dead. So I started sleeping all the time. When I couldn't sleep, I took sleeping pills. The dosage kept increasing. Eventually, I thought I might finally be able to see him for real.There was a voice in my head that told me my obsession was too deep, so I was being given another chance to start over. I cried with joy and swore that I would make it up to him, that I would love him properly this time.When I opened my eyes again, Jace truly stood before me. I stared at him gr
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