Air. She's gasping for it, shivering in the torrential rain.
The wind which once gave it to her is now getting it out of her.
A clock on the floor, half-hidden in the sand, is spinning, its hands out of control.

The ticking becomes louder, until she can't even hear her own screams.
Her vision is dimming. She blinks harder. She thinks she sees someone walking. She shouts.

The person turns. But he doesn't do anything.

She yells louder this time. He just stares.

Make it stop. Make everything stop, she shouts.

She thinks she hears him say something, but she is not sure.

She remembers this feeling. She has had this feeling before. The lonely feeling.
Just as she is about to succumb to the pain, she hears another voice.

To be continued.

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