Literature
I Heard a Voice: 2
"You could've told me, Davey. You could've trusted me."
"I couldn't trust anyone...I'm sorry."
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It was still snowing when Davey awoke. He could feel the individual flakes, saturating his clothes and clinging to his eyelashes.
You're still alive, Davey...you're still alive. It's just a dream...you're just dreaming again.
The violin was still playing, closer and louder than ever, and Davey reluctantly opened his eyes.
It's just a dream, only a dream....
A man stood roughly 10 feet away from him, his ghostly pale skin streaked with black, and his long raven hair blowing about in the cold wind. The man hadn't noticed Davey's presence