Two years hence.
Eyes open. She saw something. No. It is just a dream. He isn't real. It is just like all the other dreams.
Except now she calls them flashbacks. They are littered with new faces. New faces to this life. But she has met them before and this time around she doesn't claw away the thought.
It ruminates and she lets it.
So begins her search for this face and the story behind it
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