The parallel universe, third sight

She closed her eyes, she saw the girl again. It was at a path, at both sides trees were hovering over. This time, she isn’t holding her hand. She was crying. Even though no sounds could be heard, and she still can’t see her face, her gesture shows it all. She kept shaking her head and her hands covered her face. Then, she knelt down. It was the same memory from before. She was always crying. As she tried to reach out for the girl, to stop her from crying, the vision fades.

She woke up at the same place as the day before. The darkened trees and the buildings in shambles. She took a closer look and realized that it was the same place in her memories. The girl crying and kneeling on the floor. It was the exact same place, how have she not notice the first time.  She looked down picturing that girl down on her knees, hands hovering her face. Lya don’t cry. She jumped up and looked around. Whose voice was that? She was certain that she was alone all the while. But how does the voice knows her name? she have been alone in the parallel universe all these time. Then she decided to leave the place. She moved towards the dark forest where the creatures of the night had taken over.

The forest was dark; step by step she tried to find her way through, using the blue flame in her palm to guide her. Instead of feeling nervous or scared, she found the darkness around her comforting. It felt like it was the only thing that could bring her mind to ease. She found a certain familiarity within that place. It felt like home. In the back of her head she knew up ahead she have to turn left, and there will be a small hut with a rabbit house at the door. She walked up ahead, turned left. There lay a hut, and just beside it was a small blue house, just big enough for a rabbit to stay in. She continued on, letting her curiosity take over. She raised her hand and attempted to knock the door, but it was already open. The switch should be on the right. She reached out into the darkness and felt the switch at her fingertips. She flipped it, as the lights flickered, her head started to hurt. She tried to resist the pain and looked around. There was a broken photo frame on the floor. But the funny things was, in the photo frame wasn’t a picture. It was a letter.

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That’s all for today, goodnight midnight bunnies(: