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But I don't want to sleep. I murmured but the sleep won. ~ I walked barefooted on a wet beach sand holding hands with a man whose face was blurry, I bent to pick up a seashell without letting go of his hand and got us both wet by a coming wave. I shrieked, surprised by how cold the water was. "Let's go back or you will catch a cold" he said in a very familiar voice and I glanced up at him. His face is no longer blurry, but crystal clear. I smile happily at him disregarding the cold.

I stand under the hot spray of the shower, letting the water wash away the tension that had settled in my shoulders. Closing my eyes, I hoped the steam could clear my mind as well. Kane's words echo in my head, mingling with the sound of the water splashing against the tiles. "I know it's going to take time and effort for me to gain your trust again."

A perfect way to make you miserable. Rolling over blindly I hit my nightstand repetitively until my hand landed on the jackpot, turning the ludicrous thing off. I then close my eyes, telling myself I will get up in just a second. Just a second, second, second. When I open my eyes again they just about bulge out of their sockets, it's been forty minutes! Oh my goodness, I swear it was only a couple of seconds, but no apparently it wasn't.

Hello Readers, We've finally updated Wonderings and replaced all of the repeated chapters with the proper chapters. Now that Wonderings have caught up to the present, we'll be working on Shards of Time. It'll take about two days atleast to catch up with Shards of Time since it'll be a bit more difficult for us. We'll be working on author-nim's raw files so we have to fix a few of the chapters to match with the story so please bear with us. We appreciate the support and understanding from the readers. Thank you everyone for your support. We hope everyone is safe.

Time was certainly far spent, and I could probably have thirty minutes left as I checked the time I was given, I noticed it wasn't thirty minutes but twenty minutes. I sat on the sand as I watched children play happily and some adults in love, holding hands and smiling widely. Ten minutes had gone quickly. Then two children who were making a sand castle were laughing, and then the first one pointed at the other one and his finger mistakenly got into the other boy's eyes, which made him cry. Five minutes left, and an idea sprang up. Ghosts were unable to touch anything, but could control some things. I tried my luck and I found out that I could control the sand and people didn't mind it as th

“Josh and I are just in the process… of you know…getting to know each other. Please give us some time before you go making the broadcast?” Sandra paused, thoughtfully tapping her chin as if she were weighing my words. “Hmm,” she mused. “Fine. I suppose I can give you lovebirds a grace. But I need all the details when the time comes.” She wiggled her eyebrows artfully. Josh sighed in relief. “You’re too nice, Sandra.” Translation: “I know,” she added with a dramatic flip of her hair. Then, a sardonic smile on her lips, she spun on her heel and went inside her apartment.

Not wanting to break the moment where I was actually showing him tenderness, Putting my hand over his I said innocently in a charming tone, “I am sorry but I think Sandra is murdered.” My lips began to quiver a bit, averting my gaze from his but he made me look at him, “How?” He asked seriously, raising an eyebrow. “Why did the rocks fall at the exact time when Sandra was there and everyone left? And how did they fall in the first place? Where do they come from? If you say… Can I go there.. just to check whether it’s just my imagination or not?... this is what I can at least do for you guys… in this harsh time.”

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT ALEX DAVALO I messed up! Sandro was busy playing a video game on his laptop when I walked in. The sound of clicking keys and virtual explosions filled the room, creating a buzz that felt familiar yet distant as thoughts swirled in my mind. “Sandro,” I said, half deep in thought, trying to shake off everything I had just experienced.

“What’s with that look?” “You took longer to describe Xander than you did with Leo.” “So?” “Wasn’t it the other way around before?” Her tone has a bit of a tease. I am just about to say something to her when she suddenly looks at her watch. “Oh! Five minutes. I better hurry up and leave.” “Sandy, come back here! What do you mean by that!?” “Sorry, can’t talk! Gotta run!” Sandy was never much of a runner, but she was pretty fast when she headed for the door, leaving me with more questions on this topic than the exam.

Gemma said angrily as she looked at her best friend who was tearing up. Sandra wasn't sure what she needed to do. Of all the things she had expected today, getting to know that her parents were murdered by wolves and that the Franzels were just a measly cover-up wasn't part of it. For a moment, she wanted to go back a few hours and live in the moment when she was fighting with Gemma over the cold shower, or when her sister was ruining her morning by waking her up a little too early. Sandra wanted to turn back time, and see the smile on Gemma’s face. Then again, now that she thought about it, Gemma had really changed when she came for the military. It was almost like she was training for a su