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He looked my way for a split second before he left.

I stared at the door for what felt like an eternity.

I felt oddly confused.

It was foggy in here.

"What."
I mumbled in question.

Fog yes.

I reached out to the mist that had presented itself in the room, my arm shaking.

"Am I dreaming?"

The fog nodded.




"So I'm not dying?"

The fog shrugged.

I licked my lips and flopped my head back onto the pillow, closing my eyes.

"Mmm." I muttered.

My heart was racing and I felt suspiciously tired, i let myself drift off to the sound of butterflies profusely flapping there wings.
I quickly let myself go before my mind could panic about the pain I was in.

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I think the sound of butterflies was my heart.

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