The beginning that gives not much.

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Love will not always have happy endings

but it sure as hell would be a great story to tell.

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A group of the world's most specialized scientists were set to work on a project. Many citizens knew about its upbringings but never the specific details for it was confidential. News fled across the greatest oceans, continents upholding the wildest beasts, continents of people of color and continents of citizens who were English itself but nevertheless failed to pronounce the letter 'T'.

It was stone turning because finally the world had sparks of hope igniting in everyone's hearts from the smallest of a toddler to the elderly on the verge of death. They had eventually gotten close to a solution.

A solution that was meant to reverse everything, to change everything for better or for worse and they held their breathes, stood on their heels and clutched their beating hearts. Watched the news dawn and dusk awaiting for any new piece of information.

They were going to create a life after death.

A chance after gone.

It was said that they needed test subjects but no one was willing enough to come close to death for the research to eventually not go through.

And so they waited for death to come to them.

Five different continents. Five test subjects. One destination.

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Take a perfect picture,

I'll be in it with you.

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"Wake up!" Multiple merciless slaps vibrated on the wooden bedroom door.

She heard it. She was awake.

But her closed dedicated eye lids decided otherwise.

It was war zone and her room was the jungle though what was left undecided were the players in this bloody battlefield. To choose to be the vicious predator or the defeated prey.

Just like the undefeated predators she loved to study about, Veedkha keenly listened for her mother's bare feet padding against the cold tiles as she retreated back to the kitchen moving sauce pans and cups to prepare breakfast.

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