Three minutes. Three…
I was standing in the middle of the street and repeated it as mantra. I just couldn't bear the thought of never seeing and hearing her again.
Three minutes earlier. She might be alive if I had time to say everything I feel. Three minutes earlier.
My arms are started to wobble quite badly. I can’t stop this trembling. I can do nothing. Already nothing.
Three minutes earlier, - repeated I as in a fever.
Horrible, horrible... fever, nightmares… Please, let me just hear your voice and touch your hand at last.
Suddenly I felt that someone tried to hold my hand. I turned around in the hope of seeing a miracle and saw… a miracle - a little girl in a poofy pink dress.
Don't worry! I can turn back time for you - I am a fairy! How much do you need? Three minutes?
I smiled.
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