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whisper

whisper

whisper

whisper

It was dark, and cold. Full of nothingness. He couldn't see anything. His body ached. His mind was racing. He finds himself standing in hospital scrubs, standing in a dark place, a dark abyss. His feet felt cold as he turned his head, looking for her and the origin of the whispers.

What were they talking about?



whisper

whisper

whisper..gone

whisper..lose

whisper..we lost..whisper



What? What are they talking about?

His mind raced as he walked aimlessly, demanding answers to the silent, dark abyss. He opens his mouth to ask. Silence came out.

It was quiet. It was dark.


whisper..we lost her

whisper..we couldn't save her

whisper..Freya Wang..time of death..


Eugene's mind raced as he ran, closer to the whispers. No, no, no. Not Freya. No.

Not the woman who tried being the best mother figure to her brother.

Not his date.

Not the woman he fell in love with after seven encounters.

No.

Eugene called her name. He shouted out loud, cupping his hands around his mouth to magnify his voice. He hears nothing. The silence was overwhelming.

No..

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