Sweat dripped from her hairline as she jolted upwards, the pain a distant throb throughout her body. Her hands flew onto her face, scared of the extent of her injuries.
But her face was smooth; soft from the moisturizer she applied the previous night. She leaped out from her bed, racing to her mirror.
Her face showed no sign of the accident she vividly remembered.
Her eyes pounced onto the envelope that had sailed onto her bed. It was exactly like the previous time. She ripped it open, expecting to see the same details as before.
But all that was written was a smiley face, in the same scraggly handwriting. She threw it onto the floor. It was then the thought flew into her brain; you relive the day until the person is saved.
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3:54 // cth {completed}
Fanfictionword count // 1480 ' According to her mother, at midnight on your eighteenth birthday, you were assigned a person. Everybody had a person; it's just what happened. After this day, some people never saw their person again. Some people married their p...
