Way to go out

*Third POV*

"It's okay" the guy repeated as a small smile formed over his face.

Who had pulled her out before the tire could hit her or the injury would have turned out into the worst? Rather than the piece of glass that had made a cut on the side of her arm. 

'But rather it seemed as if that had happened before at the same time not why do I now feel like deja vu. Why am I feeling as if the things I'm not being able to explain at all? Why just why I can't even put my finger into it because I dont even know where I should be putting my finger.' 

One after the another Anjali kept on turning the pages staring blankly over it as her mind travels back at the same journal Jungsung was holding. The next second just to flitch making her feel as if the shot of the gun echoing around her ear.