Lorelai had a very strange dream. A powerful sense of déjà vu gripped her heart, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she had experienced this dream before.
Sadness, misery, nostalgia—and above all, the agonizing sensation of losing something more precious than life itself. She wondered if that was the kind of feeling she would have if her body were burning in hellfire.
If there had been a knife within reach, she would have driven it straight into her heart. The emotional pain was so unbearable that all she could do was cry and beg for death. She couldn't stand it any longer.
Someone held her close, their voice constantly whispering her name in the sweetest, most soothing tone. That familiar male voice echoed in her mind, repeating kind words, trying to offer her comfort. Though she could not fully understand the language it spoke, the sound alone made her feel better, as though the very act of listening to it was healing her.
