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She was the only one that was supposed to be different…
{Christine}
The inner mechanisms of the human mind are quite astounding.
When certain… events impose themselves upon us and they seem to be a danger to our rationality our minds, paradoxically, label them as dreams. They cannot be real. They do not fit. We cannot quite comprehend them.
Therefore they could not have happened.
Right?
Maybe I am just going mad…
I shake my head a little, trying to focus on not falling down. Surely my companion would not wish to help me up right now. He is way too furious with me.
Not that I can blame him.
"I… Sleep well, Christine," he mumbles as we reach my dressing room. I turn around to face him, to say something, to apologise, but he is already gone.
I sigh and close my eyes.
How on earth did the best night of my entire life turn into my biggest nightmare?