I began singing along, on my own in the intense quiet of my room, belting out notes I couldn't imagine hitting, as I lied in bed. The world had wept and only I knew the truth about her. About the death of my dear friend Amber. In an off moment where if the song were playing it would have paused, I heard a whisper. "Emilie," it cried out to me. I turned and glanced around my room, then out of my window. That voice sounded like Amber's. Then I noticed a cool breeze against my neck, and a whisper from another voice, saying my name once again. "Emilie," this time, I heard my ex boyfriend's voice. where was all this arising from?
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