With a Herculean effort, I heeded the call.
My eyelids, heavy as lead, began to lift.
The blackness receded.
Replaced by a blur of colours and shapes.
The voice, my lifeline, was now accompanied by a face.
A face that was etched with concern and hope.
It was the face of my saviour.
The person whose voice had been my solace in the void.
As our eyes met, a flood of emotions washed over me.
Gratitude, relief, and an overwhelming sense of connection.
This person, a stranger before the crash, had become my guardian through the darkest hours.
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Echoes of Survival
Short StorySometimes all it takes is six seconds and your world is upside down. * * * In the aftermath of a moment that fractures the very essence of existence, this book delves into the depths of human resilience. It is a story that begins with a cataclysmic...
