Deja Vu [ Lilian Ashley ]
47. The Failed Means of Death

"YOU MEAN?"

Confusion over Zack's words when I turned on my phone and entered a social media account as a campus forum. Then, it is seen that the lecturer in the first schedule asks permission not to enter the class.

"I shouldn't have told you much about things that ordinary people shouldn't know" Zack continued. "The couple's off this morning. Let's just go for a walk, how?"

I didn't realize this guy actually brought his head closer to me when he peeked at the contents of the forum. In fact, we were looking at it at a very close distance.

"alright. Shall we have breakfast first?" I gave him an offer where Zack agreed with a smile, then positioned his body back firmly.

Until now, I still cringe at the shadow of last night's gore posts. How could Zack withstand his fear reflex when doing such a cruel thing?

At a time of daydreaming like this, I just found out if the road we traveled will pass the railroad tracks. Not only that, but the tip of my shoe stuck in between the rails until it was difficult to release. This incident was exactly when I died, then was thrown into another parallel world. What did Zack mean about my death because of this?

The clinking sound of the barrier fence started to sound and from a distance could be heard how quickly the roar of the train was heading towards me.

"Zack!" I cried out in panic while tugging at the feet that did not come off.

Spontaneous Zack ran towards me and helped pull these shoes without speaking. Many times I groaned for my own mistake in pulling the foot where the fingers were pinched. I was unlucky to push Zack when the train started approaching a meter again.

"Damn," he said as he took off my shoe tie and pulled this ankle slowly, but frantically.

My head turned and the eyes that were about to cry began to turn wide as soon as the mouth of the carriage would kiss me. The squeak between the wheels and the rails began to creak heavily marked the driver trying to pull the brake pedal.

"Aghhh!" Zack growled and finally managed to take off my legs, then pushed me to get away from the rails until the same time as the passing train.

My body was crushed by it when it fell on the ground. Cry broke. Not because of the pain of my back smelling a lot of pebbles, or getting hit by Zack's big body. From now on my head imagines how unfortunate my body would be if it was really hit by a car and smashed like creepy posts from Zack's portrait. The feeling of relief came loose and I was moved that my death had not happened as before. If it happens, it is also impossible for me to rise in another parallel world with the guy in front of me who is trying to wake up.

"It." Zack pulled me up and smothered this tear-soaked face in his chest. "It's okay."

"Zack," called me and got a slow response from him. "When, please remind me not to pass the railroad tracks."

My head was stroked gently by her to calm my sobbing.

"This is the third time I've experienced something like this" I said. "As it were, death did want me to die in sa ..."

"Yes. Never mind, calm down." My sentence was cut off with Zack's words. "Nobody will make you die if I continue with you."

That's what he said, but the fact is I always managed to die in parallel worlds ago. Whether it was due to a natural accident, or a deliberate act.

I wiped my tears and dried my face with a tissue from inside the bag. "We'll just take the detour."

If the railroad track is going to kill me, then the highway I'm going to cross will also try to hit me.

"There's no other way but this" Zack said after helping me again by picking up shoes that were stuck on the tracks.

"I mean, don't skip the highway usually" I replied, wearing a pair of shoes that Zack had fitted. "Thank you."

"What's up with the highway?" tanyakanya.

"Nothing, forget it." As he was about to walk, he held my arm and I turned my head. "What's wrong?"

We walked because I followed him. "You were seeing me from the beginning, like a fortune teller, Ashley. Therefore, all your words must have a cause."

Apparently he was observing my behavior.

"We're going down the highway, let me figure out for myself why you don't want to explain why" Zack continued.

"It's been three minutes we've been standing here" said Zack, then stepped in to take me away. "The roads are also quite quiet with vehicles."

After a few seconds, the traffic light began to flicker and an electric spark appeared, causing it to break down. The screen went completely black and I held Zack's hand to continue walking. In the end I watched how a car was about to turn, but a truck was speeding away due to no traffic warning.

Only the base of the ordinary car was hit by a truck. Perhaps, the driver managed to take the time to brake and did not produce much damage. However, the commotion due to surprise began to sound around. It's not as bad as I saw on television before.

"If we cross over from now on, the accident will certainly not come to us" said Zack who destroyed my daydreams in watching people at the zebra cross there.

"Accident no one ever knew" I replied. "Who knows, those traffic lights will break again."

Events like this are also the same with different times. It may happen again and again and again.

"I wish I had forgotten these things. Please remind me never to come here" I said again.

Again Zack smothered me and said, "Just watch this thing, you got traumatized like this."

Yes, I was traumatized. Or rather the trauma of the deaths that have approached me repeatedly. I don't want such a thing, despite being able to bounce back and be thrown into another parallel world only to experience the latest death. If Zack had remembered those dark memories, he would have prevented me from dying again from being tortured by suicide just because he wanted to follow me continuously.

My mind is constantly getting messed up. My life felt like it was being terrorized by the world that cornered me with death.

We crossed the road that started to jam and passed through the crush of vehicles.

As I continued to walk in Zack's arms, I said, "Zack, can I hold your words?"

"About me not letting you die? Sure." Sure." This guy is so sensitive.

"Then ..." My head looked up and looked at him. "Do you have a dual personality?"

I shouldn't have asked that question, because her violent personality only came about as a result of pent-up trauma during suicide. That's if Zack really had it in the first place, but I don't have to worry because he doesn't have a grudge against me right now. No one knows if he's going to hurt me or not. I don't think that's going to happen, because her blindness in love and trying to live with me in a parallel world was so believable that she wouldn't want to hurt me.

I know that this is always repeated only to emphasize a belief that is still peppered with doubt. But why would I doubt. Zack alone had no qualms in saving me, and I should not hesitate to love him either.

Wouldn't it be outrageous if I pretended I didn't know him at this point, which he sacrificed a lot when I was in the worst of times? Again I thought of something that smelled of doubt.

Stay at the little restaurant Zack showed us. Do not be surprised why there are so many locations for food, including my workplace. The city center is my reason for explaining that.

"The longer your question gets weird" Zack said as we sat face to face at one of the tables. "Double personality? You mean ..."

"No, forget what I said earlier," I quickly waved both hands awkwardly. "It seems I'm also over-sharing."

His eyes looked at me and one corner of his lips lifted up, as if he were mocking.

Waiter came and gave me a menu book. After a look, apparently this is a Chinese-themed restaurant. I rarely eat food like this, so it's possible to order mandu and glass noodles. Enough cold water for my drink. As for Zack, I don't know what he ordered in Chinese.

When the waiter left, I immediately rubbed next to my arm, "Cold also today."

Zack started taking off his jacket and I quickly refused. "No, no, no!"

"Tonight will definitely be colder" he said, re-dressing his thick jacket. "Your windows will certainly be entered by the night wind because the top there is a gap. Cover it, maybe use a cloth."

"Ah yes, I usually get cold because of that," I replied.

There was something strange about this conversation.

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