"You'll be seeing my face again, I'll be crossing your mind, you'll be dreaming of places we went, and then you'll wake up to find, That she's not me." (Songfic. She's Not Me by Zara Larsson.)

[PREVIEW ONLY] Why would you keep swimming when there's no more water? Why would you keep on reading when there are no more words to read? Why would you continue living when there's no more love? When all is gone, how can I believe she'll stay for better or for worse?