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"Sweetheart", someone spoke to me again.

"He's here, he's here, he's here," I rocked on the floor and hugged myself. "He's here, he's here, he's here," I choked from tears.

"Ami, he died."

Pain. Pain. Pain. It hurts…everywhere.

"You are lying " I raised my voice, no, I shouted as loud as I could. "Why are you lying? He's here, he's here, he's here." I wish it was over, I wish it wasn't true.

"I want to call him," I look at my mother, I know that she is afraid for me, or she is afraid of me, but it is not important.

I take the phone from Sebastian and call Denys. The calling is going. Long. Almost forever. And then it sends me to voicemail, and my heart breaks.

"It's me, love." I say with tears. "Do you hear me? Call me, I'm home, I'm healthy, I'm not in the hospital, I'm at home. Do you hear me? I miss you.

I will wait for you always, I will wait for you today and forever."

I forgot how to breathe. Only later did I learn that these are called panic attacks. I sank deeper and deeper to the bottom. I wanted to get out of this dungeon, but I knew I was stuck forever.

Chapter 8

Our days

Luckily I woke up in an empty room, everyone left pretty quickly yesterday, I decided to stay in the dorm anyway and Sebastian seems to have made good friends with the boys. And girls.

Today is Sunday, so I will be doing homework for the week.

I didn't always know who I wanted to be, but I always knew who I definitely didn't want to be - a doctor, so now I'm in my third year of medical school. In the future, I plan to be a cardiologist. Irony, isn't it?

I get up and look out the window, and even though it's September, it's terribly hot outside, I cover my face from the sun's rays that fall directly on me.

"Hi, mom," I yawn.

"Good morning," she answers briefly. I know she's not mad, but she'd rather die than lose this fight.

"Okay, forgive me, I shouldn't have talked to you like that," I finally answer and put some things in my backpack.

Sunday is the only day I can have a bath in peace because I take it at Sebastian's house. He goes about his business, and I enjoy the solitude and silence.

"Oh, sweetheart, please forgive me," mother sighs. "I will now send you money to your card."

"No need mom, actually, I wanted to ask you if you could talk to my uncle about my internship in his private hospital," I rub the back of my head.

"Well," my mother stops." You know how difficult it is to get this internship, they only take you there after the fifth year, I don't even know," she speaks gently, trying not to offend me.

"Mom, I'm going to die soon, and my uncle loves me, so talk to him about this stupid internship," I say as politely as possible. Not exactly, but I'm trying.

I love how the phrase "I'm going to die soon" affects my mom. The only chance to get what I want.

"Amelia," said mother more sternly. "There is no way you will die, that is firstly, and secondly, I will try to figure out something." "I love you," I smile.

"And I love you too," she sends me a kiss. "Are you going to see

Sebastian?"

"Yes." I put on my dark blue sports suit. "Almost ready."

"Don't forget to have breakfast."

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