“January 26, 2018 was the day that I died. I remember it so vividly, and yet fractured in some parts. I remember how I felt but now being able to read others. I remember being able to hear the heartbeat of Sawyer but not that of my own. Everything from eighteen years flew within my mind with a vicious rage as I took those final breaths. But it wasn't the moments you’d expect. It wasn’t the first time learning to ride a bike or even my first kiss. It was realizing all those moments as a child that I mistook for being normal ones. The ones where I would hear things in the night, similar to that of a dog, but not quite. I smiled on those last moments, knowing this. But even having a clear mind and a full heart...I wasn’t ready…”
Aurora began to shuffle with the handcuffs holding her in place
