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The man passes over the flowers and an envelope. The person places the flowers on the nightstand that is inbetween the two beds. The person paces the room holding the envelope close to their chest as if it could fly away at any moment.

The person finally sits on the bed and shakily opens the letter. The letter is informing the person that their loved one has died. The note falls from their hand. The person slowly sinks to the floor resting their back against the bed frame. The loneliness and despair this mysterious person was feeling it was consuming.

The vision ended and I still lay on the bed, when a knock on the door came. A man stood on the other side of the door, he could have been the same man from my vision but he looked slightly different. He passed me a slip of paper with the letter written in black ink. 

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