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Authoress' pov 👠
"Greg?!" Aunt Bell exclaims in great shock.
"Don't scream so loudly, Bell" Greg said.
Even though they are in a secluded part of the hospital, Greg still look around as if someone's listening.
"Am I dreaming right now? Or I'm dead?" Aunt Bell asked.
She looked so astonished, she doesn't seem to believe her eyes.. she kept rubbing her eyes.
"Bell, it's really me, Greg, standing in front of you!" He said.
Aunt Bell stared at him a few minutes, before she engulfed him in a very tight hug.
"Oh! My God! Greg!"
Greg wrapped his arms around her too, he pats her back as tears of joy runs down her cheeks.
"It's really you! I can't believe you're alive!" she said as she sobs softly.
"It's really me, I'm alive!"
Aunt Bell pulled away from him, she stared at him a few more minutes, with her mouth quivering slightly.
