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“Yeah, you almost got yourself killed, you idiot,” she said smiling. She was well aware of his daredevil tendencies and to the extent possible, comfortable with them. “No, it was something stranger than that. When I was underwater, my life did flash before my eyes. You know, just like everyone says it does. But there was . . . something else . . . something that wasn’t part of my life. It was like it was stuck right there at the end, just before I popped to the surface, and I can’t imagine what it was.” Val slowly turned her head back toward the road then asked, “Well, what was it you saw?”

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The Mayan Legacy

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“And my biggest fear would be forever missing a piece. You see our story was never complete, and it's supposed to be finished but you haven't yet heard all of me. So listen because my biggest fear would be missing out on how it truly feels . I will forever miss a touch though i never tried it on my face; i might miss how cold it is and i might miss how warm it left me, i might miss how it perfectly traces every line and i might miss how it gets lost everytime. I will forever miss a hand that held my heart, one that only learnt how to wave goodbye, one that only learnt how to part, i will never know how your fingers interlaced with mine, though i have been always sure that they fit perfectly inside. And I know i will definitely miss waking up to your eyes, i will miss knowing they see right through me, i will miss having that subtle silent stare reassure my heart. And a very long playlist will go to waste, no slow dancing not on the kitchen floor and never once in the rain.Just know I already miss having your back, but you are the one who turned yours and i don't know if i should ever forgive that.”

“قبل اليوم, كنت اعتقد أننا لا يمكن أن نكتب عن حياتنا إلا عندما نشفى منها . عندما يمكن أن نلمس جراحنا القديمة بقلم , دون أن نتألم مرة أخرى . عندما نقدر على النظر خلفنا دون حنين, دون جنون, ودون حقد أيضا . أيمكن هذا حقاً ؟ نحن لا نشفى من ذاكرتنا . ولهذا نحن نكتب, ولهذا نحن نرسم, ولهذا يموت بعضنا أيضا .”