"Does it hurt?" The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it.
"Dying? Not at all," said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep.
-J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7)
Prelude
If only she'd known as she stood there that it wasn't just her mother's funeral. But also the day death was gonna pay another visit in their home. She'd known it. She'd seen it and it was coming true. Like always.
Her mother had gone astray for two years. Where and why she'd been remained a mystery to all. They'd not known what would be coming back was her dead body covered with the palest color ever that made white itself, look faded. She looked that pale like she'd starved for years.
She couldn't bear it. The sight of her awfully cold and pale mother and the lamenting of her father. Grandma knew death was coming. She'd warned Arah. Little did she know that while thinking about regrets and listening to the sad melancholy, she'd fall.
In moments, she went astray without a trace.
Little did she know, her hunch had been right and death had come.
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Intersection
Paranormal❝I see visions and somehow, they are turning real.❞ ~~~ As if living with crippling nightmares each night wasn't hard enough, Arah gets stuck into a universe she never imagined existed. #29 in Paranormal -- 16/9/16
