Amidst the inferno that engulfed our once serene city, adversaries unleashed chaos, leaving devastation in their wake. The streets echoed with the cries of the wounded, the fallen bodies forming grim monuments to the savagery of the assault. In this relentless onslaught, I stood helpless, a witness to the agonizing demise of my homeland.
Suddenly, a voice pierced through the chaos, its familiarity a jarring contrast to the turmoil around me. It whispered urgently, a haunting reminder of someone I knew all too well. Yet, how could it be? Alan, whose voice I thought I heard, lay among the fallen, a victim of the carnage.
"Wake up! Wake up!" the voice persisted, growing more urgent with each repetition. Confusion gripped me as reality blurred with the surreal. Was I trapped within a nightmare, unable to break free? The sounds of destruction and the acrid scent of smoke, all felt so painfully real.
And then, as if to shake me from my torpor, a sudden sensation jolted through me — the icy shock of water splashing against my face, wrenching a scream from my lips: "AAAAH! "
I. n that moment, the boundary between dream and reality shattered, leaving me gasping for air, unsure of where one ended and the other began.
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Three Sides of a Triangle
RomanceThree friends against the world. A love triangle. Unspoken feelings. Visions or Nightmares? Heard things she can't forget. Said things he regrets. Done things he laments. Visions or Nightmares? Friends to Ennemies and then Ennemies to Lovers!
