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connection

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my head rested upon the book which lay open with unfinished notes. pens and pencils were scattered all over the table, textbook open which was practically foreign to me as i understood none of it. the boredom was real. the teacher droned on about the work up the front. i glanced around the classroom to see no one else paying attention. some on their phones, some playing games and some doodling in the corner of the page.

the clock slowly ticked as if it had slowed down. time flies when you have fun. and slows down when you're bored. i tuned into a conversation next to me.

"i found a way to bypass the school's internet block!"

"no way really?"

"yeah man it's easy just turn off the WiFi and connect the laptop to your phone data" (true story that actually works and then just turn off your data with the tab open and boom, bypass)

"i want to try it,"

i casually slammed my head back down on the desk as to me that was obvious.

i zoned out again and pondered life as i layed my head comfortably in my arms. it was possible for me to fall asleep and i probably would've too if this didn't happen.

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on the other side of the world in a small city in england lived a man. an older man in his 60s. he was a genius. outer space was a wonder to him and he wished to be there instead of on the earth. floating in zero gravity is where he'd rather be. and that's exactly where he went.

at 2:33 am the man passed away content in his sleep.

his soul left the body and flew up to the stars, where it longed to be.

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1:02 pm.
'come on only 3 more minutes until i can get out hurry up!' i thought in my head. i stared at the computer screen, hoping that time would pass faster. i had already packed up all of my books and utensils. i blankly stared at the time.

a random song that i hadn't heard in years started to play on my head. i tapped my fingers on the desk to the beat of it. this seemed to make time pass a little quicker.

1:03 pm.

a wave of remorse and guilt flushed over me as the first second of the minute chimed. i clutched my chest in confusion. guilt and worry lashed at my heart, confusion lingering in my brain.
'what the hell was that?'
'my stomach doesn't hurt why did that happen?'
'is anyone looking at me?'
'shit one's looking act normal'
thoughts like these swam through my brain. anxiety on top of confusion doesn't make a good mix. one thought stuck out.

'did anyone get h u r t?'

my brain rushed to think of everyone i love and care about and their approximate whereabouts.

friends, next to me.
mum, at home studying
dad, at work
extended family, school or work
boyfriend, school

'shit. is it him? it'd make sense that i feel this for him'

'but then again, he felt pain the other day and i didn't'

'he's safe i know it'

the dismissal bell rang loudly snapping me out of my trance. i put away my laptop and joined my friends. the thought of the mysterious feeling still upon my mind.

*timeskip*

'he's okay. my friends are all okay. my family is all okay. then what happened?'

i opened instagram to take my mind off things and just relax for a bit. i clicked into the stories and started watching them. none caught my interest until one of my friends appeared.

"******* ******* passed away this morning what??!" it had written in bold letters. my heart stopped.

******* ******* was a scientific genius. he made many discoveries about space and it's gravitational force. he was the man my dad told stories to me about when i was little. no, he couldn't have. did he?

i immediately went to google and searched it up. tweets from nasa and articles popped up immediately. so it is true. i clicked into one of the tweets.

it read

******* ******* sadly passed away in the morning on world pi day. he lived to be the same age as albert einstein and died on the anniversary of einstein's birth. fly among the stars *******.

disheartened, i clicked into an article beneath it.

it read

******* ******* lived an extraordinary life. born on the 600th anniversary of galileo's death, ******* was destined to be a scientific genius. he made many discoveries about space and it's gravitational force that others couldn't fathom earlier. during his mid twenties, ******* was struck with a disease that left him paralyzed from the waist down. he slowly lost his ability to talk and used a computer to generate his speech. he was a wise man who shall never be forgotten and will always live on in our hearts. he died in the early hours of the morning in oxfordshire england.

one small tear escaped my eye and trickled down my cheek. i closed the tab and held my head in my hands. thoughts of *******'s work and the impact he had on me flowed through my brain.

one singular thought shut down everything.

'doesn't england and australia have a time difference?'

out of curiosity, i googled the time difference between oxfordshire and my home town. 10 and a half hours ahead. i calculated what time it would've been in my home town if it was early in the morning in oxfordshire.

at 1:00 pm in my hometown, it would've been 2:30 am in oxfordshire.

i felt my heart stop.

at 1:00 pm i was sitting in a classroom, staring at a computer screen waiting for the time to go by. hoping it would go faster.

10 hours and 30 minutes behind in oxfordshire england it was 2:30 am. early hours of the morning.

the article read, ******* ******* passed in the early hours of the morning on world pi day.

14th of march is world pi day.

on the 14th of march at roughly 2:30 am, ******* ******* passed away.

on the 14th of march at roughly 1:00 pm, i felt a huge wave of remorse and guilt mixed with worry when previously minutes before i had a clear mind with no troubles.

i could not remember the exact time, but inbetween 1:00 pm and 1:05 pm this all took place.

i felt ******* *******'s death. before anyone else did.

i felt the death of someone i did not have a close relationship to yet i still admired them.

everything made sense. all the pieces to the story were in line. i recalled the information in my head several times before coming to the conclusion that i felt his death.

and that scared me.

'why me?'
'how is this possible?'

'it c an 't be p o ss ibl e'

'c A n. i T ¿ ?'

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so um, long one ey? this is a different kind of thing but i wanted to write it as it is a true story that happened to me. now i'm not a superstitious person. i don't believe in ghosts and that kind of thing but something similar to this did happen to me and kinda left me shaken up.

but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. it is dark. why is all of my writing either sappy or dark tf why?

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