And that is just how it began. I knew what I wanted, I wanted to be sent off within a lovely wicker casket in white, decorated exquisitely with dainty tulips and rose petals. People quietly showing their sadness through small, racking sobs. Instead, none of this went according to my plan. There was no casket covered in petals. There was no sweet sounding sobs. It was blackness. Surely this can't be IT, right?
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Years Gone By
General FictionHow would you feel if you were told you had one chance to relive your past? A chance to see the world through a fresh lens? Or maybe you'd rather let it be. The choice is yours.
