Sabrina felt both cold and hot, all over her body.
Even though the presenter was going on and on, about the said plane crash.
She couldn't hear a single word; and only saw the presenter's moving lips, through the thick fog that her teary eyes had created.
And the next thing she knew, she was waking up from where she had been apparently laying motionlessly on the cold floor. For a duration of time that even she had no knowledge of.
"It can't be," she muttered and kept muttering to herself as she stood.
Then settled on the couch.
"It can't have been the one with Edward," even she could hear the crystal clear denial in her voice.
But didn't dismiss it.
She couldn't do so, because it was the only thing giving her hope at that moment.
The only thing holding her together and kee
