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LAURA'S POV.
The realization came slowly, like faint light seeping through a gap in a thick curtain. My head was heavy, like being hit by a thousand hammers at once. It felt like my body was shrouded in fog, moving was difficult, let alone opening my eyes. But that sound... the monotonous buzzing of the machine, the hurried footsteps, the antiseptic scent that stabbed my nose-I knew I was in a hospital.
I try to open my eyes, though they feel heavy as stone. The blinding white light makes me squint, but I manage to see the pure white ceiling. The monitor next to me beeps softly, showing a steady heart rate.
I'm alive.
Why am I alive?
The last memory I have is of the accident. The car that went off at a crazy speed. The sound of metal crashing down. The excruciating pain, piercing to the bone. Then everything went dark. I was sure I was dead. But this?
I turned my head slowly, examining my surroundings. A strange feeling tingled at the bottom of my stomach, as if something was wrong. Then the door opened, and someone walked in. A woman whose face felt familiar-my mother. She smiled, her eyes glazed over like she had just cried.
"Laura! Thank goodness you're awake!" She hugged me carefully, as if I could break at any moment.
"Mom..." my voice was hoarse, almost inaudible. "I... I had an accident..."
Her face changed, full of confusion. "What are you talking about? You're fine, dear. Today's the big day, remember? Your engagement day with Galen!"
Those words had me transfixed.
Engagement? With Galen?
That's impossible. Galen and I got engaged five years ago. I remember that day very well. The pastel blue dress I wore, the little diamond ring on my ring finger, the nervous smile on Galen's face as he asked me to marry him. But it was all in the past. Our relationship ended two years later. And then the accident...
"Mom, what year is it?" I asked, my voice shaky.
My mom chuckled, as if my question was a joke. "It's 2020, dear. What's wrong with you?"
The year 2020. No way. That was five years ago.
I gripped the blanket, my breath coming in short gasps. What is this? A dream? An illusion? Or... reincarnation?
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