Part 1- The Beginning

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Air ☄

I don’t remember anything.

All I know is just a gray and white backdrop.

Nothing seems to matter.

Or

even

be.

I just know

I’m

falling,

falling,

falling.

If my world was a word it

would

air.

Quiet,

lonely

I fall,

down,

down farther than I can see.

Then,

impact.

I open my eyes,

not sure if I’m dreaming or if

it’s real.

All I see is color.

And

bright.

It’s too good to be true.

I almost remember.

I feel a spark in the back

of

my

mind.

But it ends as quickly as it begins.

And I still

don’t

know.

A girl in white speaks to me.

Her face contorted with sorrow.

She tells me of my past.

But I can’t hear her.

If she was sent to tempt me,

I

don’t

know.

But I feel an urge to find her,

to make her tell me again,

again until I hear her.

Even if it’s only in

my

dreams.

Hey guys!!!! Me again ;) i hope u liked my first part!!!! More to come!!! :)

xoxo, megan <3 <3

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