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En person er fanget i tiden, og prøver å komme seg ut.. Helst bort fra den vonde fortiden, men h*n roter seg litt bort..
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present."
I smiled while whispering it, and ran deeper into my future. The past I hated so much that it hurt me just to think of it was now behind me. I had no reason to count every second of the time I was here, but I still did. The huge black hole that was supposed to bring me further into my future was starting to give me the creeps. How long could possibly a journey like this take?
I was getting nervous and cold. It was nothing else here than cold and rain. Or, it felt like rain, but it wasn’t. Was it? My thoughts were running through my head so fast that I almost hadn’t time to think them before they were gone.
The spinning feeling inside the hole suddenly stopped. The hole actually spat me out like I was some random chewing toy for pets. My life passed me in slow motion. I could feel the pain when I hit the huge blue sea full of centuries. I didn’t fall into them. A creepy feeling told me this was my future. Then the pain sucked me into the sea, and I was gone forever.
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