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Weird, if I died, shouldn't the memories end there?
And yet…
"Fran… No… No, no, no! Nooo! Nooo!"
My mother started crying, holding me in her arms.
And my sister stood there.
Her eyes were wide open.
"S-She's fine?"
"Haaaahhh… My daughter…! Someone!"
"Is she fine?!"
"She's not breathing!"
"What?!"
My mother couldn't lift me, but my sister did. She ran outside as the city was in panic.
This was perhaps the biggest earthquake that had happened in a while.
A building had collapsed nearby, and a huge cloud of dust came rushing in.
My mother had already called the ambulance, but it would take a while to get there with all the chaos.
"Fran…! Fran!" my sister kept trying to revive me, giving me oxygen or attempt to restart my heartbeat again.
But it wasn't working. Nothing was working.
"Come on! Don't leave us! Fran! No! Please don't leave me, Fran!!!" she kept crying, noticing the book my hand was grasping tightly.
Perhaps a post-mortem reflex…
