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-Round 7-
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'Ah. I'm dying.' I start to look at Luka singing, as his score goes up and as my score stayed the same. 'Everything feels heavy. My body. Won't move. Please.. end this pain..' I blink. The sound of his eyes blinking is loud. I blink again, but this time I'm somewhere else. 'Till!' What? A familiar voice? Why? Did I die? 'Till, stop ignoring us!' Mizi, Ivan, Sua? Why are you here?
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What's happening? Did I die already? 'Mizi.. Ivan.. a-and Sua what--' I paused and looked at them. Their faces. Why can't I see them? It's blurry. Everything is blurry. 'Your face. Your guys beautiful faces. Let me see them,, please.' I say, as my voice starts shaking. 'No.' Sua's voice said. 'Why did you let me die Till?' Ivan's voice trailed in my head. 'I went missing, but you fell into despair. That's pathetic.' Mizi's voice smirked. No. They'd never say that. It wasn't my fault. I said, shaking myself back and forth as the three lurked over me.
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That's not their voices. Their faces. Please. Let me see their face. God. If you exist and hear me, please. The echo of my blinks appeared. The sound of the blinking spiraled again. Then suddenly I'm back here again. On the stage. Gun to my head. Oh. I finally see their faces,, I thought as I walked towards the gates of what humans called,, Freedom.