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</div>As slumber overpowered her senses, her mind fell into a dark abyss. The reoccurring dream hadn’t reached her tonight as a blend of orange and coral was painted against the gray blue skies. The fiery blush from the sun crawled slowly back toward the horizon, lit with a blazing fire. It shone the brightest as the world grew dim. Approaching the window, her eyes settled on the city as it silently twinkled mimicking the stars as the dark clouds hovered above; shrouding the night sky until the sun said its final farewell. Again, the bittersweet feeling was rooted in her veins as she continued to watch the sunset. Its warmth retreating as the cold air rushed to the forefront. The fireball was million miles away from where she stood and somehow, her heart ached when it said goodbye; when it left her standing, alone, near the window to watch the world slip past. Shimmers of gold lined the horizon until the world collapsed in darkness.<br/>
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Celine watched the empty spot where the sun used to gaze as a hand gently reached out, trying to form the words failing to fall from her lips, <i>‘Don’t go. Stay.’</i> But it was too late; the warmth fleeting as she hugged herself, turning her back to witness the vast emptiness before her. A soft sigh and a quick glance over her shoulder; she had heard a faint whisper—swore that someone was calling out her name. No one, nothing was there. Frost started to slowly crawl across the smooth glass as it ran down the spine of the building, encasing it in a frozen capsule. With a hesitant step back, time stood still as a vapor of smoke appeared before her mouth. The brittle air seeping into her lungs and poisoning her life source. Celine’s eyes widened in fear and confusion as she tried to stroke her throat with her fingertips, the frost finding its way into her organs as it began to crystallize her from the inside out.<br/>
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Coughing, she staggered backwards, bracing the wall as her fingers slid against the cool surface. Gasping for air, she trampled on her stiff feet and fell to the floor; her hand as pale as a ghost was slowly being preserved. The young brunette furrowed her brows as she kicked the ground, sliding her feet against it as her hands were around her neck, clawing at the icicles forming inside her throat.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“Celine, wake up!”</span> A soft voice called out to her as a woman’s silhouette hovered over her. The woman was unrecognizable as her eyes became blurry—her mind depraved of oxygen as she was losing consciousness.<br/>
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<b>“H-Hel—Help… me,”</b> her voice struggled against her immobile vocal cords as the restricted pressure forced the air out of her lungs; her face flushed red as she continued to kick against the ground, feet slipping as her hands continued to claw at ice bound around her throat. A few seconds later, her eyes closed before she gasped again, struggling to take a deep breath, waking up on her bed. Celine’s eyes widened with fear as she saw a man towering over her, his hands around her neck with an intent to kill. Her hands found his wrists and tried to pull them away, but she didn’t have enough leverage to pull him off. Kicking her feet, her blankets slipped off her mattress as she tried to scream for help; fear eating away at her flesh as her other hand tried to reach for his face—anything to distract him from succeeding in his deadly attempt. The man had the upper hand as his force pinned her in place, subduing her will as his rage strengthened his grip.<br/>
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Out of all the possible words that raced through her mind, she felt a strong impulse to gently mutter, <b>“E—Emil…”</b> The name from her dreams found its place in her awakened state and it confused her all the more. She wanted to scream ‘help’ or cursing the man to get off her, but none of those words stuttered out; it was his name that effortlessly whispered through as though it would help her somehow. Groaning in pain, her limbs were beginning to become too heavy to lift and her strength depleted from her struggle. As a last resort, she reached both hands up at the man and tried to reach his shoulders; her fingertips clawing at his flesh before her eyelids grew heavy, and it was becoming impossible to keep them open—keep herself awake.<br/>
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<b>“Emil, please…”</b><br/>
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