I wish I could die.
Right. I am dying, ain’t I? No; I hear something. What is it? Heartbeat? My heart beats? Didn’t they stop already? But why did they stop?
We are strangers.
That voice… Who said that? Why did he say that? Who is he? A stranger.
It’s beating fast. Too fast. Am I getting a heart attack? No, it’s not mine. It’s erratic and fast. And it’s not mine.
“Come on, get up. How long do you want me to wait for you?”
This voice is familiar. It’s the whisper I have been looking for, but why can’t I relate to someone from my memories. I don’t have any memories at all. What is happening to me, anyway?
“Miley, can you hear me? I apologise. I wanted to keep you safe from myself without considering what you thought and wanted. You know I can’t live without you. Many uncertainties l
