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ihatefreezers:

“The world is going to end in three days.”image

Soothingly, she said, “No, you aren’t insane. It’s okay. Just talk to me.” Summer pulled his head into her lap, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his temple, and brushed him with her empathy again, hoping she can figure out what is causing him so much trouble. There didn’t seem to be anyone else in his head. Perhaps he was a telepath?

He scrunched his eyes as the voices rang through his mind, whispering to him. “What’s wrong with me?” he whimpered, shaking uncontrollably. He was convinced he was losing his mind, maybe all this death had just pushed him over the edge.

“Shh, shhh,” Summer murmured. “I don’t know, but you have to calm down — you aren’t helping. You need to tell me what’s going on, so I can help you. Hold to my hand. It’s okay.”

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