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We then headed downstairs. Everyone was laying on the floor on a blanket.

It was highly similar to a picnic.

We also spread out our blankets and lay down.

A long period had gone. I was still changing positions. My eyes aren't really sleepy. Some people were blowing whistles with their noses. It was quite noisy.

Because it was raining outside, the floor was cold. "The weather isn't really suitable for a beach tour." I murmured in hushed tones.

That hand appears in front of my eyes no matter where I look or what I imagine.

Sophia's hands relieved my stomach pains after I was stabbed with a knife. Even this time, she took care of my headache.

I have a lot of questions in my head, and I want to know everything. But am I capable to?

My back crackled as I stood up. I ended up going to the windows and it wasn't that cold outside; it was just the end of summer. Summer's warmth is still present. However, I am extremely cold. My entire body began to shiver.

I kept walking around to warm up. I looked at the others who were sleeping comfortably.

My gaze, however, was drawn to a single person.

She wasn't present. Zoey was not present.

I ignored these moments and pushed open the door. I could feel myself getting even colder, moment by moment, it was increasing.

I had no idea living could be so difficult. I looked down at my hands, which were trembling violently in the cold. My eyes froze. In front of my eyes, the raindrops looked to move slowly.

I attempted to move my hand and wash it with the raindrops, but it moved slowly. I attempted to walk, but it was also terribly slow. Everything moved as if they were being dragged from the other side.

My head exploded in headaches whenever I tried to move my eyes.

I went through the dark clouds in the night sky. The moon was hidden behind the clouds. There were no stars visible.

That's when I went completely numb. The raindrops were even colder. The earth felt like ice.

Everything was vanishing and reappearing. I blinked, but when I closed my eyes, they were glued shut. It was difficult to reopen them.

Such papers were flying past me. There are many of them. What exactly is written on them? Everything was hazy.

The winds were much colder. My knees became weaker, causing me to fall to the floor and sit weakly.

They say that once you die, everything becomes cold.

Is it?

Voices like these were reaching my ears. But I couldn't hear very well at the time. "I can't..." I attempted but failed to speak.

Everything went completely black. I fell behind. Not the hard wood floor. It was something soft.

I didn't crash properly. It's only a little.

I was surrounded by warm things. I can feel even though I can't see or hear.

Someone is rubbing my palms, and someone is rubbing my feet. Nobody touched that because I moved my feet. I hate this warming-up theory. I can't let anyone touch my feet while I'm still conscious.

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