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Rose was a devout believer in the afterlife. James was not. At least not until that moment when she used her last breath to tell him the words that he now most longed to hear. “I love you, my dearest,” she whispered as her eyelids fell and her soul left her body. Their fingers were intertwined and as he felt her grasp loosen he was acutely aware that he would never be holding this hand again. The realization made him grip with a strength he never knew he had, because as long as he did not let go, he could still be holding on. Holding o...
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He could hear voices. It was the first thing that he could sense as he slowly started to regain consciousness. One of them sounded familiar, but he could not quite make out what was being said. It felt as if there was water stuck in his ears and all the vibrations were being filtered before hitting his eardrums. The murmurs became louder and gradually, he could feel his other senses returning. He started to register the light entering his pupils through his eyelids, but everything felt too bright and he could not open them just yet. The s...
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