I died.
I know that I died.
I felt it.
It's.. Sad. Gloomy. It's like your floating but not feeling anything. Nothing.
Then I woke up.
I'm alive.
But back to being 15.
Fuck, I'm already 28 and we're getting married.
Where is he?
Shit.
Where is he?
I cried while not being able to move from the bed I am lying at. I know this familiar scent. It's my old room. At my grandparents house.
What the fuck is going on with the world?