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Before I Die
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Ongoing, First published Apr 12, 2020
Who would have guessed that one favor could change everything?

Amara Casinas, a happy go lucky vlogger who missed her flight and late to her mother's second wedding. She was about to call her mother when someone asked her if he could borrow her phone. His name is Jaden, sitting beside her and looks like he missed his flight too. 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is pure coincidental.

Started: April 12, 2020
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ILYA LEVITSKY & MAYA SOKOLOV Do you know that urge to vanish, to simply cease to exist, not out of a desire for nothingness, but to spare others the burden you fear you've become? Yet, you hesitate, knowing that your disappearance might be the ultimate inconvenience-a role you've inadvertently perfected over a lifetime. Or do you know about the unsettling suspicion when you long for someone's affection, and they echo your sentiments, but a silent voice within you casts doubts. Perhaps they don't long for you, as you do for them? That's the turmoil I'm wading through, a maelstrom of emotions that's been brewing for some time. It's a deluge that overwhelms me daily, each breath a struggle. The faces of those I've inadvertently harmed seem to flicker in the shadows, their expressions unreadable. I'm yearning for redemption, to right my wrongs but the fear grips me-what if there is no absolution? Not because it doesn't exist, but because it's being withheld from me?