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I spent the remainder of the night tossing, turning, and trying to figure out if Daniel and Serafina were real or merely incredibly realistic figments of my overactive imagination. Even if they weren’t real, the pain of not having Daniel by my side definitely existed, and it was formidable.
The fact that I had never before had such vivid dreams that I recalled so clearly was a point for the side of them being real. The realizations that I had no proof that they truly existed outside of my mind, and that everyone I told about them seemed to think it was crazy, made me doubt their existence.
My gut instinct told me to believe, but I wasn’t sure I could trust it in this case, since I so desperately wanted them to be real.
The only being that might be able to confirm their existence for
