Have you ever wondered what your past life was like? If reincarnation is real, how was our life before? Were we the same?
Sun Williams had a reincarnation type of experience, but she didn't exactly die.
If the person you love the most has the chance...
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I've always been one to proudly say that I don't tend to have horrible hangovers.
There have probably been five times in my life where I can barely get up from the bed the day after a party night.
I always drink at parties to have a great time, not to get back out. If you want to do it, go ahead and believe me I'll take care of you when you are in that state, but I prefer remembering everything I did the night before.
And I am completely sure that I didn't drink that much for my body to feel this exhausted.
My chest hurts and my head feels like it's being hammered over and over again right now.
I bring my hand to my chest and take a deep breath but when I do I feel a deep pain on my left side making me cough.
I open my eyes but close them again because the bright white light above me makes my headache even worse.
Was I drugged?
I ask myself, because there is no way in hell I drank that much.
I try to remember what happened and why I feel like I was hit by a truck.
I bring my hand to my head and I feel a bandage in my forehead.
Was I actually hit by a truck?
I try opening my eyes again but the light above me makes it impossible for me to keep them open.
"Fuck." I curse under my breath and cough again when I try to take another deep breath.
"Morning sunshine."
My body goes tense when a masculine raspy voice speaks. I ignored the pain the light is causing me and I turned my head to the side where the voice came from and I opened my eyes realizing who was there.
"I was starting to wonder if I had to kiss you to wake you up." He speaks again.
He was sitting on a black leather single couch. His tattoo arms were resting in the armchair and he was leaning back completely unbothered.
"Where are we Harry? What happened?" I ask him and close my eyes again and put my hand in my face covering my eyes.
"I brought you to your castle, sunshine." He said and I heard the leather of the couch letting me know he was moving.
"Turn off the lights." I say and cough again, my mouth is dry and every time I say something my throat hurts.
"Look, I know what you are trying to do but I won't do anything with you in that state. Not my style." He says and I'm not looking at him but I can swear he has a smirk on his face.
"Shut up and turn the light off, it's hurting my eyes, you dick." I tell him in a bitter tone.
I must admit he has a nice raspy voice with a very attractive accent, but right now it's only making my headache worse. And I might have liked the nickname he keeps using for me but right now is annoying the shit out of me.
