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wide smile on her face. Her face with only a few scratches and no bullet holes. “Good mor-” she started but stopped, and checked her watch. “Good afternoon, sorry,” She corrected herself, still smiling. I looked down at myself, and my pant leg was rolled up. There were bandages wrapped around my thigh where the rebar had been. I blinked, and I was suddenly in another scene where we were both standing. She was in faded blue ripped jeans and a light gray cotton shirt. I looked down at my own self, and found that I was wearing jeans and a plain shirt as well. We were walking through a flower filled meadow, with long stalks of grass that tickled you every time you brushed against them. In one hand, she was holding a few different colored flowers. She was humming a small tune, and holding my hand with her free one. One more scene flashed across my closed eyes, and Lily was laughing, and her warm chocolate brown eyes were crinkled at the edges from the laugh. I studied her face, with no scratches or bullet holes in it. The tiny freckles on her nose were more recognizable in the lighting. She was wearing an indigo dress that brightened her stunning eyes. Her long bangs were pinned back with a simple silver pin. She was beautiful. That's all I thought. She suddenly snorted from laughing, and tried to cover up her smile. She shook her head, and tried to fight the hiccups that were now coming. I found myself laughing with her. And then, the scenes were gone. I smiled slightly at what could’ve been, and whispered, “I'll see you on the other side.”

to that girl- my eyes were focused only on Lily. A pool of blood began spreading out from her head, and a choked sound emerged from the pit of my heart as I ogled at her limp body. The blood surrounded her like one of those old halos surrounding a saint. I knew she was gone. Taken from this world. Taken from me . My breaths came in angry and lost wails. What was I to do? How would I live? I thought through sobs. It almost felt like someone had torn something out of me. That something was missing. That something was gone. That's what a lost love does to you- what Lily did to me. She had changed me, had woken me up from some forever sleep eight years ago. And now...now she was gone. I was nothing without her. Nothing. I looked once more at her lifeless body, and snapped. It was hard being burned alive. It hurt too much. I had to stop the burning. I searched around me, and something shiny caught my mad eyes; a pistol. I began to drag myself to the weapon with only my hands and arms. My legs once again refused to move. I desperately moved to the gun, afraid it would disappear. The fire licked frantically around me, and I gravely needed to put it out. When I finally reached the gun, I took it into my hands. I heard the click as I loaded it, and put the cold thing against my temple. I wrapped a finger around the trigger, and looked back over at Lily. No miracle occurred. She did not rise. She lay still as a stone. I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. I saw her face then. I was looking up at her. She was in her uniform, and had a

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