At the time, the only thing I knew about her was that I was somehow tied to her more strongly than anybody else I had ever known, ever spoken to, and ever touched. I felt like she had been an enormous part of my life, if anything, my whole life. Maybe I was tied to her, like a guardian angel of some sort. Maybe it wasn't even a real connection or real vague memories I was feeling, but some sort of tie that was created between us at the moment of my death and caused me to feel like I knew her. I didn't even use to believe in myths and theories like that. Coming from the situation I was currently in, though, I wasn't sure what to believe anymore.