Paradoxial Existence : Prologue

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There upon a big hallway, stood a man of glorious built. It was hard to clearly see his facial features, but she could tell he was buff and strong. Armor shining with the light behind him. Feathers fluttering about. This being seemed to be saying something, but she can't tell what they were.

Odd as it is, she was completely immobile from where she knelt. Yes, she was kneeling down on one knee. "Why was I kneeling down?" she muttered to herself.

It was as if she was stuck in a dream. She felt both floating and heavy. Weak and sturdy. As if where she was was were poles meet. Her mind was still trying to race up with what is unfolding before her.

The man kept his silent speech. She couldn't understand anything, but everything felt familiar in some way.

And there, a sudden warmth, she closed her eyes to embrace the comfort.

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"Chrysa!"

The brunette girl felt a sudden wham on her head.

"What in the world are you doing?" shouted a blond fiery girl, breathing heavily as she tries to catch her breath on her knees

It took few seconds for her to realize where she was. She was lying on the wide pavement. People around them were staring at the them while a few were taking pictures and making phone calls. She can tell that the people were calling for a police and an ambulance. Close to where they are is a car with running engine. The road shows that it has skidded and made a sudden stop.

A warm liquid trickled down her cheek. As she traced her right hand over it, it was red.

Blood.

What hit her head was actually the hard cement of the road.

"Are you okay miss?" A man approached her and tried to support her back , "would you like me to bring you to the hospital?"

Now she remembered. She was walking home from work with her friend Tina, and then....

Blank.

"What happened?" She asked herself

Blank.

She felt her head hurt as if something was crushing it from the inside. It was painful enough to not remember anything before the accident, but trying to remember it more was making it worse.

The guy. The Hallway. The warmth. That was all she can grasp from her brain.

"Chrysa?" She knew Tina was worried from her shaky voice. Her bestfriend for years knew of her frail body. She tried her best to open her eyes, but now her body felt like it has been sleepless for centuries.

Then a nostalgic voice, calmed her racing and shaken up brain.

"----Let it go Chrysa"