'My neighborhood is always quiet but there was something in this silence. I hear a clunk sound come from the living room and I move there, my heart beating awfully loud and fast. I didn't even know why I was scared. 
"Sniffles", I whisper. Reaching the living room it was dark and I reach the wall to turn on the lights. The lights came on before I could reach it. And a surprised shriek escape my lips'
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What would you do if you find the boy confirmed to be dead for five years, sitting in your living room? Freak out? Faint? Call the cops? Or would you go for the 'I must be hallucinating' phrase? 
 When Stephan Stones appears into Elizabeth's life again, she was left with two choices; to make him fall in love with her or be responsible for his non-existence. 
 Would the cocky rude playboy fall for the clutzy shy Elizabeth? Or is he forever damned to eternal death? 
 One thing is clear: Nothing will remain the same.

Once Dead Twice Living

but it's important to be with our family and friends." 


Catherine's gaze lingers on me. "Maybe it's because of your hair; you used to have it down and you had a fringe cut", Catherine continues, and then she leans me in and gives me a hug. 


"Oh dear, what happened? Why did you just stop contacting us? Camille was so heartbroken." 


A nervous chuckle escaped my lips, "I wish I knew", I say uncomfortably. "Um, actually Catherine, I got into this- this accident so I have been having patches in my memories, and well, I was told by my therapist that it is probably a good idea to meet people that were in my past. Could you tell me more about how you and I met?" I ask her, lying to her about having amnesia. There is no other way I could justify not remembering who she is and other gaps and alternatives in your memory. 


We are amongst friends