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“Is she going to be alright?”
“Yes, she just hit her head from the fall. The scan and tests shows nothing wrong with her skull and brain. Besides the wounds on her head and bruises on her body, she’ll be fine.”
“Little Stella… I’m so sorry…. please wake up…..”
“Why isn’t she waking up?!”
“Calm down, Mr. Jansen… it’s just been a day. She’ll wake up eventually.”
“She better be, or I’ll make sure that you won’t ever wake up.”
“Little stela…. wake up….”
“Little Stella… I’m so sorry….”
“I love you……”
I felt something drifting away from me…
Something was being locked…
Like a chest that had been stored away and never to be open.
I’m drifting away…..
I felt light…
I groaned as I weakly opened my eyes.
The bright light assaulted me that I forced to squint my eyelids.
I felt dizzy and nauseous at the smell.
What’s that smell?
“Estela! You’re awake!!”
The loud voice made me frown and woozy.
I turned my eyes to the person who yelled.
It was a beautiful middle-aged woman with white hairs and stunning emerald eyes.
She hugged me tight that I felt suffocated.
“I’m so glad you’re finally awake!”
“Estela. How are you feeling?” A handsome middle-aged man softly whispered beside the middle-aged woman. He was so handsome with his silver hair and frosty eyes.
Then my eyes caught not one, but three other people around me, staring at me with worry in their eyes. They were saying something to me, yet I couldn’t understand. All I was hearing were ringing inside my head.
There was this otherworldly man who look like the middle-aged man – only more cold and handsome. He was embracing a pretty girl with striking brown eyes. The pretty girl’s face was full of worry, but she was smiling now. Beside them was a gorgeous pink haired girl who had been opening her mouth saying something I couldn’t comprehend.
“Est..la…. re… yo… alright?” The elegant middle-aged lady spoke, her tone soft.
I glanced up at the people in front of me, and then I roamed my eyes at my surroundings.
With a blank expression and deadpan voice said.
“Who are you?”
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