DYER

My mind screams at me in denial but my eyes tell the truth. She’s real, this is real.

‘But how? How can this be?’ I question silently.

“Dyer,” she calls out my name.

I stand very still, rooted in shock and not believing my eyes. The cool morning air blowing from outside the window does nothing to stop the sweat forming on my forehead.

I am lost between believing she’s a ghost and admitting she’s real.

“Dyer,” she calls again but walks closer to me this time.

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