~28. The line between life and death...~

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"Don't"

There was the beach... and my eyes were glued to the ocean. It was utterly breathtaking, just like Cate was... The sun begun to set, which meant the most magical colors faded into each other.

The crunching of gravel mixed with the sound of the waves. "You aren't supposed to be here." A voice, which I had memories just like this one sounded, touched the shell of my ear.

My head turned around and there she was. The brown waves swaying in the wind. They didn't seem so perfect, as I remember them to be.

"What do you mean?" My brows knitted slightly.

"I mean just what I'm saying. This is no place for you. Not yet. Not this soon." The woman spoke slowly.

"Stay."

"But I am here... mom. What is 'here' exactly?" My question made me wiggle with my feet in the warm sand. Oh it was pretty here..

"The place you'll find your peace one day. Not now though. You have to fight. You are not supposed to give up, when you can still survive..."

"Survive?" What did she try to tell me?

"Live. You can have a life with Cate. Your children. You only need to listen..."

"Angel."

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