Preface
"I don't remember anything," His eyes were flat, blank as if staring out in the distance. Reese notice something new to them; they weren't happy, full of life that she knew of. Instead, they seemed tired and worn out, but most of all, dead.
She glanced down at the now hopeless picture. Although they didn't knew much of each other back then, or rather didn't have time, she had felt this connection that she had with him like no one else. Maybe he hadn't felt it, had he? Perhaps it was all just her imagination.
But what she heard next made her froze.
"Because she's dead."
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