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     darkness was all i could see, and the deafening sound of silence was all i could hear.

     but all i could really think of is allison. her auburn hair, grey eyes and her pale skin. it reminded me of extraordinary beauty.

      her touch still lingers in my hands, her warmth still present beside my cold body. everything that was simply her, still lived.

     then i opened my eyes, and i was in an unfamiliar place. my family was beside me, but there was something else missing.

     a single tear dropped down my cheek, soon followed by another. and as i stared beyond the people inside the room, and at the window.

       i thought of it again.

      she's dead.

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