(short) Prologue

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{sneak peek into a story I've been working on...}
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"Breathe, Benson. Just breathe."
The deep inhalation could be heard miles away. It was more like hyperventilating than breathing. Everything was so overwhelming; I couldn't help but be worried. What would I do if I lost the one person that meant so much to me? "Olivia?! Are you okay?" that voice again. Where was it coming from? Then I remember who was in my company prior to the incident. It was now a comforting voice rather than a demanding one.
I attempted to regain my composure. It was difficult but somehow, I found my voice. One small success. I answered the question with a resounding,
"I'm fine."

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