Stay With Me
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I pass by countless of people during my daily walk to the cafe, therefor I see thousands of numbers that represent the date of different peoples deaths. I keep on walking and try not to look at the numbers marked on everyone's arms.
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Some might say I've been blessed with the impossible, that what I have is a gift from the heavens, but personally I think I must've done something unforgivable in my past life to be cursed to live with this horrendous ability. I learned from early on in my life that seeing the exact time and date someone dies doesn't help me or them in any way. At first I figured I could help these people, warn them somehow, but no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do death is inevitable.
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Demi S. Evans believes that she is cursed. Ever since Demi could remember, she sees the exact date and time a person dies marked onto their arm, except her own.
On one of her daily strolls in the city, she saves Liberty "Liv" Choi from her demise and then suddenly the numbers on her arm disappear. But what Liv says next is even more surprising, "What the fuck just appeared on your arm!?"
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