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Foreseeing your own death - Extra part 5

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Emiliano's POV

A few years before Rebecca's 9th birthday

I dropped into my chair, not believing what I had just seen.

Andrea reached out for me, shocked as I didn't respond at first.

He shook me several times, but it all passed me in a blur.

It can't be.

The vision already crept back, gnawing in the back of my head.

It had really happened – I had really seen that.

Melissa's red hair was spread out everywhere.

My skin was dangerously blue.

Why? Why?

"Emiliano are you alright!?"
"No, I", puzzled, distraught, confused, shaken, I stared around for Melissa. Rebecca instead met my eyes, her big eyes peering up to me.

For goddess's sake, she was the identical copy of Melissa – how had I never noticed that before?

"Is something wrong, papa?", her childish voice asked, too cheerfully. Rebecca got up and stopped at my legs. She lifted her hands, requesting a hug that way.

But I couldn't. Not when I saw her so happy and quirky.

Unlike in the vision.

I couldn't take her in my arms – I would never be able to let her go. Ever.

"Nothing, cucciola", my own voice was shaking. I forced myself to pat her hair. My throat was unbelievingly dry.

Her expression grew unsure.

"Go get your mother for me, will you?"

Andrea circled the room nervously as I told him to close the blinds. Davide demanded answers as I kept quiet. Leonore was shaking as I didn't talk. Rebecca I felt in her room, playing with her cords.

I rubbed my eyes, still in disbelief what I had seen. The brandy burned in my throat, but it didn't numb the sheer fear I felt.

Melissa stopped as she saw me. "What's wrong? I've never seen you this shaken, Emiliano", she hurried to my side and took my hand as I kept quiet. "Is it your health?"
"No, I'm fine ... for now", I took her other hand too. "Andrea, close the door."

Andrea did, holding his breath. Melissa massaged my hands, visibly scared as I wrung for the right words.

"Melissa ... I foresaw our deaths."

My wife let go of my hands. Leonore looked at us. Andrea stopped stalking around. Davide had to sit down.

"But ...", Melissa was confused. I understood why.

I had to hold back my tears. "Quite sharply."
"You don't see ... visions sharply unless ... they will happen soon."

It was hard to swallow.

Melissa understood. My best friend, my wife, dropped to the floor crying.

"Oh god! Oh god! When, Emiliano!? When!?"
"When-When Rebecca turns nine-years-old", my voice broke as I said that.