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ASHLEY

As I approached our room, every feeling of shock I felt from earlier, when I saw Duncan and Zelda, slowly vanished into thin air. The more I tried to hold on to it, my desperate attempt at grasping that emotion because it was so much easier to deal with, the harder it got to keep it with me. I was ladened with a sense of guilt that weighed me down so much, knowing I was going to walk into that room that had drained me of my emotions.

However, there was this small part of me that held on to a spark of hope that glimmered inside of me, flickering now and then. This positivity that I could walk into that room and he would be on that bed, awake and waiting for me but I knew that this wasn't a book or some movie. This was reality! This was my reality! Yet, I couldn't help but desperately hope for some kind of miracle, some kind of magic.

My legs felt so heavy, my breaths coming out so small. I squeezed my eyes shut, drawing in some breath. My hand felt like it was going to slip off