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Abgeschlossene Geschichte, Zuerst veröffentlicht Mai 04, 2018
Jordan broke into a run, turning around to wave to Rachel - just as he reached the road. Time seemed to freeze, and Rachel's green eyes widened and held out her hand to stop him. A scream became stuck in her throat.

A streak of black.

A crash.

A scream.

Then silence.

And that's when everything turned to darkness.
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That same dream has haunted Rachel as long as she could remember. But it's only just a dream.. right? Her best friend Jordan is very much alive - but as the years go by her life is falling into pieces before her eyes. She can't fix things, unless she lets go of the past.


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