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She saw herself there, helpless. A pale white face, the same yellow dress she wore the other night. She was still unsure, vague memories of her dying moments. She could only remember sitting on the table. Then something hit her hard, behind her head, and everything went blank. Life doesn't give you time, doesn't ask you what you want to do, it just happens, she thought. She felt a hand, cold as crystal, on her shoulder. It was time, she knew. She turned around to see what she expected, and she was right. He was right there, waiting to take her forever. Her departure this time was a very different one. Her father always gave her wishes and hugs before she went on trips, her mother praying for her safety and taking care of her every necessity. This time however, she couldn't hug her father, feels his warmth. She couldn't take away anything, nor leave back. She had to go, suddenly and empty handed. She wanted to cry, say sorry for the things she didn't, for the things she thought were not necessary for a formal apology. She regretted those moments, but to no avail. Her time was up, and so was her life. As she departed towards the dark sky, everyone clapped in the hall.