I exhaled as I stared at the luminous bright stars, my breath starltled me as it became shaky. A white mist floating nowhere. My chest rattled, I made a wet bone rattling cough as it shook me to my core. It hurt like someone was sitting on me. I knew that I should be dead soon, but not for long. Soon enough my head got heavy. Then my mouth dry. Then I just couldn't blink anymore. I can barley breathe and my lungs are on fire, but I got my wish. Be careful what you may ask for, my manifestation was real. I can now feel myself slip from reality and then to the unknown. "Vida means 'Life' in Occitan or 'Beloved' in Hebrew, are you loved by your family?" He asked in a gravely voice with a hostile grin, "No, do you have a lover who parades you?" He asked mockingly, "No, and do you KNOW why that IS?" He asked me furiosly. "Because," he whispers, "so no one will be able to love as dearly as I can." "Azi-" I started but was cut off by his lips, "Sh. Just shut up, God damn it." Everything faded and went black. Then I died, but my soul never stayed there.