My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I wanted to call out for help, yet I could not make a sound at all. I could feel the coldness begin to spread all over from the top of my head, then seeping into my bones. My nerves then began to ache, and started going numb.

It seemed as if a long time had passed, yet it also seemed to be just a few minutes. The feeling of waiting for death in silence was really terrible.

My remaining consciousness began to blur. I suddenly remembered a passage I had read from somewhere a long time ago which said that there were three kinds of deaths in the world.

One was that your breathing stopped. Your hands and feet would go stiff, and your body would get separated from your consciousness. That was considered be dead physically.

The second death was when you were announced to be dead. That was when a person stopped breathing, lying on the hospital bed, and then had their death announced.

The last death was to be forgotten. When that happened, the body and consciousness would all disappear. In the end, when traces of the person that had lived began to disappear, and the dead person was slowly forgotten by their friends and family, then they were truly dead and gone.

first kind of death at that very moment. The sound of breathing, no, the sound of my heartbeat began to grow weaker, and I almost couldn't feel myself breathing at

huge crashing sound. I was totally shocked, and then I felt the vibration

rapid, and the hits got stronger and stronger. At that moment, I felt a beam of light, and I

moment, I had no idea how to describe my feelings, as

open all of a sudden. The temperature was still quite low, but I could clearly

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warmth made me more eager to get even closer to it. There was a familiar smell from the person, and I wanted to

"Thank you, Hendrix." However, I was

heart suddenly relaxed because Hendrix had come. I closed my eyes and fell

falling asleep, I had a really long dream. In my dream, a beautiful woman was holding a baby in her arms, and she was walking in the snow for a long time. When she could not walk anymore, she

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