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| Anastasia | My head hurt. I had the urge to open my eyes yet in the same time they were too heavy to do so. But I could hear voices. Voices that it took me a while to realize that belonged to my family; my mom, dad, Harry... Vladimir. His voice was where instinctively I focused the most. I couldn't clearly distinguish the words but it was low and deep and as knees-weakening as ever. Was I dead? Was this why I couldn't open my eyes and see them? However, strangely, I wasn't sad. If hearing their voices, hearing his voice, was what afterlife was than it was alright by me. At least I wouldn't forget his voice. But I wished I could at least see him. Forgetting his face was terrifying. Not ever seeing him again was even more terrifying. Despite the constant pain all over my chest, slowl
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