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“Please,” I whispered, kissing her hand. Cherishing the feel of her skin, memorizing the sound of her heartbeat. I needed it to keep beating, needed it to keep working, because if it stopped, my own would stop with it. “Please wake up, baby. I need you to wake up. We need you.”

But she didn’t.

Chapter 48

Evelyn

It smelled like flowers.

It looked like a field of flowers, too.

I was in a field of flowers.

A grateful smile formed on my face, one that I couldn’t contain. It was so beautiful, too good to be true. The place was colorful, so brilliantly decorated I could hardly believe it was a real. My eyes roamed the landscapes, small hills surrounded me, and the world’s most colorful butterflies flew throughout.

Birds chirped, and I could almost see the flower petals blooming by the second.

How the hell did I get here?

My heart, it felt happy…but it felt weird, a sense of sadness I couldn’t understand. My heart hurt, as if it was breaking. As if I was leaving someone behind…but why? I looked around, and though the place felt like home, I didn’t feel I belonged…and yet I didn’t want to leave.

I looked up; there was not a single cloud in the sky. It was as if the day had decided to be one of those days in which everything would be perfect.

It was magical.

Serene.

I smiled softly, looking at the distance where the sun seemed to reflect over water, a small lake, like the one by Nathan’s parents’ house. Why wasn’t he here with me?

I took a few steps, running my hands through my hair, the softness of it taking me by surprise. I wore a pretty little blue dress, too elegant for my taste, but I felt comfortable in it. It was fitting to the place I was in.

Peaceful.

Distracted by the landscape, I almost missed the child’s giggle that echoed around me. I frowned, taken aback. My feet followed the sound, my curiosity as always getting the best of me.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

A beautiful little girl ran, chasing after butterflies, her curly hair bouncing up and down while she played. Her white dress made her look like a princess, and her laugh…it was precious. But even though she was so joyful, my heart ached…until she looked up at me.

Her eyes took my breath away.

A butterfly landed on her small hand, and she grinned, raising her hand to me. “The butterflies are my friends,” she proudly stated.

Her eyes sparkled innocently. Gray eyes.

Beauty many times comes from fallen ashes.

“Where’s your mommy?” I asked, dropping to my knees in front of her.

The little girl smiled. “I don’t know. I don’t think she’s ready to be here yet.”

My lip quivered. “Why are you here?”

“I’m an angel.” She shrugged. “I’m here until I’m born…but I haven’t been born yet. All I know is that my mom is tired, so I’m playing for a bit, until she decides what to do.”

I gulped. It couldn’t—

“Ah, Lily, go on and play.” A strangled gasp left my lips when I heard that voice, a voice I hadn’t heard in such a long time. I turned around, covering my mouth with my hand while I started to realize what was happening.

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