Jessica returned to her small apartment and, exhausted from staying up late the night before, went to bed early.

"No-ah-!"

No-please-

In her dream, her eyes reflected the searing glow of flames. The fire raged, painting everything red and orange.

Timothy was still inside.

She tried to call for help, using all her strength, but no sound would come out.

She struggled in the nightmare, frantic and powerless, watching Timothy run into the burning inferno.

It was so dangerous!

"No... no..."

Jessica jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead.

Even as she woke, the terror and worry from her dream clung to her.

On instinct, she reached for her throat. Just now, she could've sworn she'd made a sound!

throat still tingled as if it

eyes widened

years, not a single sound

just now,

her grip on her neck, she clutched at the blanket. Could it be possible? Had

these years of silence, she could

Was she still dreaming?

raw rising in her throat- was almost

forcing

a faint vibration, the ghost

She stared, stunned.

actually made

disappointments, she'd stopped allowing herself even the hope that one day she could speak

even giving it her all, she could only manage the tiniest, scratchiest

sharp, burning pain through

of bed and poured herself a glass of warm water, drinking slowly.

the cup. Her voice was hoarse,

so long, she felt a surge of happiness so fierce it nearly drowned out the pain in her

the raw sting

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