Dawn of the Supernova

Sabrina Rogers stood on the precipice of a majestic cliff. Two-hundred feet below lay the grand view of the Atlantic Ocean. She deeply inhaled the fresh air into her grateful lungs. As untamed waves crashed against the shoreline, the soothing wind caressed her. The invisible fingers of the breeze sifted through her auburn tresses, slightly obscuring her line of vision. She reached up to brush her hair behind her ears as she gazed about pensively. What a shame that most of the earth’s beauty would soon be gone!

There was a sudden chill to the air, so she pulled her thin jacket closer about herself. At first intent upon the flock of birds circling around, she didn’t immediately notice the solitary figure of the man some fifty feet from her. When her eyes focused in on his lone figure, she saw him hunched over, as if studying something upon the ground. She regarded him briefly as he rose and peered up at the sky. He seemed to be looking for something. But what did he expect to find floating among the clouds?

Evidently he sensed he was being watched, for he turned and caught her spying on him. Embarrassed at his unexpected perusal, Sabrina swiftly spun in the opposite direction. Out of the blue, one of those piercing headaches hit her, causing her to fall to the ground. She doubled over in agony and prayed it would go away. After a few moments, the episode subsided somewhat.

She forced herself to her feet and stumbled across the sandy, mountainous terrain. She headed for her secret hideaway, the hollow cave she’d recently discovered. There she’d take a respite and find her medication to relieve the intense, throbbing pain in her brain. How foolish of her to have walked off without her pills! They were the only relief she found anymore. She must remember to keep them with her, for she never knew when an episode like this would occur. Just a few more steps and she’d be safely inside her cavernous shelter.


Samuel Flynn bent down to inspect the ridge of the mountainside. He’d already checked the ocean water below and had made his way up to the top of the peak. There were several more tests to be conducted before his experiments would be completed. This would require at least four or five more visits to the area. With this in mind, he stood up and gazed about his surroundings. If his calculations were correct, much of the planet would soon be vanquished. How heartbreaking to imagine such a catastrophic event would take place! He scratched his beard thoughtfully.

He was a bit surprised to see a young woman standing over by the edge of the cliffs. She appeared to be watching him. But as soon as she realized he’d seen her, she did a hasty about-face and scampered off. He peered after her, amused at her sudden departure. Soon, that amusement turned into concern, as he saw her drop to her knees. She buried her head in her hands for a while, before rising to her feet. Then she proceeded further onward, obviously in a state of immense pain.

Samuel followed after her, fascinated and intrigued by this stranger who traipsed ahead of him. He wanted to find out who she was and what she was doing out here. He also thought she might require some assistance and intended to help her, if needed.  From his vantage point, she barely drew herself along, determined to reach her destination. He felt a wave of compassion running through him at her obvious distress.

Abruptly, she seemed to vanish among the rocky hillside. But upon closer perusal, he realized she’d gone into a hidden cave. He brushed aside the overhanging vines and pushed through the thick weeds covering the entrance. As he ventured deeper into the spacious tunnel, he heard the sound of sobbing. Whenever he neared the source of the noise, he saw the woman leaning against the cave wall, holding herself upright. Not wishing to startle her, he called out gently. “Hello. Are you okay?”


Sabrina jumped slightly at the unexpected voice intruding in on her discomfort. She momentarily lost her balance, tumbling backwards. As she fought to regain her footing, she felt the man grasp her from behind and steady her against him. The warmth of his chest spread throughout her body, erasing the icy shivers she’d been experiencing. She groaned and collapsed gratefully into the strong arms which held her close. “Ahhh,” she breathed hoarsely.

Somehow the man instinctively seemed to understand her dilemma. Holding her gently with one hand, he quickly removed his jacket with the other. Then he spread it down upon the cave floor and helped Sabrina ease onto it, so she could relax.

“Thanks,” she murmured, drawing in deep gulps of air.

“You’re welcome,” he returned kindly. “I’m happy to be of help.”

She leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees and place her pounding head in her hands. While she regained her composure, he glanced about curiously, taking in their meager surroundings.

“Can I get you anything, Miss?” he inquired. “I have a canteen of water, if you’d like.”

Peering up at him, Sabrina nodded. “Yes, I need something to take my medicine with. Would you mind fetching my pills? They’re in my backpack over there. I have several bottles of water also.” She pointed to a few feet away, indicating a small bag.

“I’ll get them for you,” he agreed, ambling over to retrieve the medication. He searched through her pack and located the bottle. “How many do you need?”

“Two, please. They’re for my migraine headaches, which come and go sporadically,” she explained.

When he handed them to her, she swallowed them down with a bottle of water and said, “Thanks. You’re a real lifesaver.”

“Sure, any time. I’m glad I was here to assist you.” He tipped his canteen and took a few sips himself. He eased down beside her on the ground.

After a brief pause, she began to feel a little better. Then she asked, “So, who are you? I didn’t realize anyone else was in this solitary place. I noticed you studying the area and the sky. Are you looking for something?”

“Yes, my name is Samuel Flynn. And I am an astronomer. I am closely watching for celestial activity,” he explained. He extended his right hand.

She shook it and replied, “Oh, I recognize you now. I’ve heard of your work before. You’ve made so many contributions to society, involving various astronomical phenomena. It’s an honor to meet such an accomplished individual.”

If he only knew how many times she’d stared at his image in medical journals and newspapers. When she happened to see him in print one day, something clicked. She’d sensed an instant connection between them years ago. She never understood what it meant, still it existed. Somehow, she’d known and envisioned them meeting one day.

Usually, she had little interest in scientific ideals. Those doctors in white lab coats tended to clash with people such as her. They wished to poke, prod and analyze her kind. She only wanted to be left alone and allowed to live like a normal human being, not treated as a guinea pig.  

“Thank you. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. What’s your name?” He cut into her reverie.

Dare she answer honestly? What did she have to lose? “I’m Sabrina Rogers. Psychic, clairvoyant, seer, whichever you’d prefer to label me.”

He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment, before responding. “Hmm, I thought you looked familiar. You’re that lady who’s appeared on TV and radio, aren’t you? The one they feature in all the newspapers?”

She winced and massaged the side of her head that still ached. “Unfortunately, I am. It wasn’t by choice I can assure you. They’ve hounded me since the very beginning, when I helped the police find Jonah.”

“Ah, you must mean that little Daniels boy who went missing in 2002. He wandered off into the woods and they assumed he’d been kidnapped. He fell into a ravine and sustained a broken leg and wrist. You led the authorities right to him and he was rescued.”

“That’s right. It sounds like you have a very good memory.”

“Well, normally scientists and psychics don’t get along. But I must admit, you fascinate me with your high rate of accuracy. You’ve been correct with every prediction you’ve made thus far.”

Sabrina noted the look of admiration he gave her. She felt surprised by his familiarity with the incident which brought her into the public spotlight. She’d never sought fortune or fame and often resented the intrusion of reporters. It seemed someone always wanted something from her. It wasn’t that she minded helping others; she rather enjoyed it. But the constant intrusions gave her no peace of mind, despite the fact of how she brought closure to countless suffering families.

Glancing at Samuel, she took in his dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Although she’d heard his name through various channels and viewed his picture, she’d never seen him up close before. He was more handsome than she’d imagined he would be.

Her musings ended abruptly as a powerful wave of dizziness and nausea hit her. “Ohhh,” she gasped loudly, swaying sideways.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his tone. He reached out to grasp her firmly, preventing her from falling over. He pulled her against him to steady her. “What’s the matter?”

“My stomach’s queasy, my head’s spinning,” she managed to get out breathlessly.

“Breathe in deeply and release it slowly a few times. That’s it, Sabrina. Okay, now drink some more water and it should alleviate your lightheadedness.”

He brought the canteen up to her lips and held it for her while she sipped. “Good girl. Now, just rest quietly against my chest until it passes.”

He gently brushed the damp strands of reddish-brown hair from her face. She was stiff and hesitant at first to be in the arms of a virtual stranger. But soon she allowed herself to relax and be comforted by the compassionate gentleman.


The next morning, Samuel awoke to find Sabrina still resting within the warm cocoon of his embrace. Tenderly, he touched her shoulder to rouse her from slumber. He then excused himself to go retrieve his backpack and equipment. Once he’d lugged it up the mountainside, he placed it in the cave where they were nestled. Unzipping his bag, he took out a pack of crackers and handed them to Sabrina.

“Here, eat a couple of these. They’ll ease the nausea you’re experiencing,” he suggested.

She accepted his offering and did as he’d instructed her. As she washed the crackers down with water, her green eyes locked with his for a long, lingering moment. He couldn’t discern her thoughts, yet he believed he detected a glimmer of reluctant trust in her emerald depths. Perhaps interest as well.

Heaven knew, he’d yearned to meet her for quite some time. Ever since he’d seen her on his TV screen, during the Jonah Daniels case, he’d been intrigued by her. Miss Rogers, the beautiful, self-effacing, aloof psychic who saw visions of the past, present and future.

It hadn’t mattered to him that her world of spirits and impending doom when against everything he stood for. He dealt with the physical realm and tangible facts, while she swam in a sea of ethereal beings and supposed speculation. Until this moment, he hadn’t truly known what drew him to her. How was it possible that he’d missed it before; her resemblance to his high school sweetheart, Lana? His true love was taken from him far too soon.

“I appreciate this so much, Samuel,” Sabrina spoke, interrupting his nostalgic foray back in time.   

“Think nothing of it,” he returned. Relieved to see that she’d recovered, he grinned and sat down next to her. “So, how do you feel?”

She gave him a weak smile. “Much better, thanks to you. I’d have been in trouble, if I’d been here all alone. These spells are infrequent and occasionally sneak up on me. I have them sometimes with my insights,” she related.

“I seem to recall hearing about that on TV. They must be overwhelming, judging from your reactions earlier,” he imagined.

“Yes, they’re awful. Lately, they’ve been getting much worse. I think it’s due to the enormity of my newest vision.” Clearing her throat, she asked, “Well, what brought you here to this small island, off the Georgia coastline?”

“You did, Sabrina. I watched your recent prediction on the news. I found it to be inconceivable, yet when I did further research, it seemed plausible. I felt skeptical initially, but in the past few days, my experimental theories appear to line up with your indications. I came here, because you advised those who believed in your abilities to come to Cherub Island.”

Catching his gaze with her own, she reached out to grip his hands. Her eyes implored him to consider the serious nature of her statement.

“Samuel, I tried to warn everyone. But no one would listen to me. Two weeks from today, a massive explosion will occur close to the earth’s surface. This planet will be destroyed, save for this tiny island and the surrounding Seraphim Valley. Only those who dwell here at that time will be spared. We haven’t much time to alert them.”

“I know, but we have to at least attempt it. Let’s just hope that as many people as possible will listen to us and heed our warnings. God help us all,” he whispered in earnest.


The next few days were spent in the great city of Atlanta, Georgia. Sabrina and Samuel organized a press conference to address the nation, as well as the rest of the world. Since both of them were well-known respectively for their areas of expertise, they had little trouble gaining an audience. Everyone was very eager to hear what these unlikely consorts had to say. Granted, the two of them certainly made strange bedfellows. But that fact served only to whet the appetites of curious gossipmongers all the more.

The room was a flurry of activity, with a packed house and cameras flashing constantly. Many of the seats were occupied by ravenous reporters, hungry for the next big story. Among the attendees sat dignitaries from various countries, celebrities, scientists, politicians, psychics and average Joes. This meeting promised to be major news; therefore, they all wanted in on the media circus.

Samuel glanced over at Sabrina to gauge her reaction to the situation. She offered him a thin smile and took in a deep breath. Clearly, she felt nervous and needed some reassurance. He returned her grin as he leaned over to whisper words of encouragement to her. She’d told him she’d never engaged in anything like this before. Fortunately, he had endured similar spectacles in the past, related to new scientific discoveries, and knew what to expect.

Before the discussion began, he took hold of her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Then he refocused his attention on the crowd of spectators patiently waiting for information. He hoped they’d believe the evidence to be presented. They hadn’t taken Sabrina seriously the first time she warned them. The public might not receive it this time either. But for the love of God, he and his newly acquired ally had to try to reach them.

Using charts, graphs and a PowerPoint presentation, Samuel stood up to address the people. He began by explaining his field of expertise, astronomy, and continued by relating his recent studies. He offered a brief summary of celestial activity, in addition to the conclusions he’d reached.

Next, Sabrina rose to speak with the audience about her visions. She gave them a quick rundown of her previous assistance to the police in solving cases. She indicated how the images came to her mind and expressed the grave nature of her latest prediction. No sooner had she mentioned her worst fears than someone snickered.

One young man shouted mockingly, “Oh, my God! It’s the end of the world! What shall we do?”

An older woman chimed in, “Is that the best yarn this nutcase can spin? How pathetic!”

This, in turn, broke up the whole place, causing everyone to roar with laughter. With a weary frown, Sabrina reclaimed her seat and shook her head in disdain. Her cheeks reddened with obvious embarrassment at being so openly ridiculed.

Samuel immediately seized control of the situation, in order to lessen his friend’s discomfort. Distracting her would-be accusers, he said, “Quiet, please. Let’s simmer down, everyone. If any member of the press has any questions, feel free to ask them now.”


Several reporters instantly raised their hands, brimming with inquiries. He chose one to get it started. “You, Mr. Fenton, go first.”

Pushing up his spectacles, the big-nosed man asked, “Mr. Flynn, you spoke of how the world will supposedly be destroyed in a little over a week from today. You tossed around terms like a large explosion and a supernova. Would you explain what this means?”

“Sure, I’d be glad to. Basically, a nova is a type of stellar explosion. The phenomenon occurs when a white dwarf star absorbs a critical amount of matter from a companion star. This compresses hydrogen onto the receiving star’s surface and eventually it ignites a nuclear explosion. But a nova is much smaller than a supernova or a hypernova.” Samuel referred to his charts again.

Scratching his head, Mr. Fenton responded, “Okay, I get it. But, what’s the difference between super and hyper?”

“Well, a supernova is the catastrophic death of a star. It is characterized by a massive output of energy, leading to a thermonuclear explosion of formidable power. A hypernova is a type of supernova. It is created when a massive star expends nuclear fuel and collapses directly into a black hole. It ejects twin plasma jets almost as fast as the speed of light. Normally the earth is unaffected by this happenstance because it’s far off from us. However, this eruption so close to the earth’s surface presents a grave detriment to all of life, an existential threat to humanity. Although these instances are rare, this, my friends, is precisely what we are dealing with here.”

Another reporter cut in impatiently, “Mr. Flynn, this sounds serious and spooky. But, you said yourself this isn’t something that happens very often. I mean, humans have inhabited the earth for centuries. Nothing like this has ever taken place before to endanger our planet, so, why now?”

“Actually, Miss Adams, many scientists believe that a similar kind of massive blast is what wiped out the dinosaurs and cavemen long ago. Personally, I’m inclined to agree with that verdict. The problem we’re facing is that this supernova will near enough to earth to destroy virtually everything in its path. All that will be left is a wasteland of smoke and ash.”

Miss Adams glanced over at Sabrina and posed a question to her. “What exactly did you see in your vision, Miss Rogers? Is there any hope for any of us if this happens?”

Sabrina stared imploringly into the lenses of the cameras clicking all around her. “Whenever the supernova explodes in ten days, everything will be obliterated and everyone will perish. The only survivors will be those who evacuate to Cherub Island, off the coast of Georgia and into the nearby Seraphim Valley.”

A dark-haired press agent with a grim expression, pressed forward through the crowd. “Miss Rogers, this place you spoke of where lives will be spared sounds obscure. Do you happen to know much about the island and valley in question?”

She nodded affirmatively in his direction. “Indeed, I do. Cherub Island is a remote isle that spans about 217,800 square feet, which is roughly 5 acres. Approximately 350 Native Americans occupy some of this space. The rest of it is uninhabited forest, valley, sand and ocean. Cherub derives its name from Hebrew origins and speaks of spiritual beings associated with the presence of God. Seraphim is also a Hebrew term and relates to celestial beings attending on God.”


Interjecting out of turn, a paparazzi member queried, “Speaking of the Great Creator, what, pray tell, would you say to the religious fanatics? You know, the ones who insist the world will end with fire and brimstone?” He had a derisive sneer on his face.

Samuel diverted the question away from Sabrina, choosing instead to answer it himself simply. “As I’ve explained, a supernova consists of a fiery explosion. It’s not rocket science.”

The young reporter snorted and retorted, “And how is it that a scientist and a psychic came to be such good friends? You two should be sworn enemies. Science and clairvoyance don’t mix.”

A politician stood up and bellowed knowingly,”This is just some publicity stunt that you’ve concocted. It’s a new brand of bull the public is supposed to swallow.”

At that remark, the room roared with laughter. People clapped one another on the shoulders and tossed their heads back in unbridled, ecstatic elation. Suddenly, Sabrina shot up from her chair and shouted to the cackling mob.

“Go to Cherub Island or you will be dead in ten days. God has promised to protect the island and its inhabitants from harm. If you don’t heed His warnings, that star is going to spontaneously combust and you’ll die. All of you! Please, believe me!” She collapsed backwards into her chair and grew silent. Her hands sought her head desperately.

For a moment, all was quiet. “They’re fakes, frauds, charlatans!” a popular celebrity announced. “This whole charade is nothing but a hoax designed to cause panic and fear. Forget these two clowns.” He stomped off, guffawing loudly. Everyone else jumped up in consternation, to hastily follow suit. They all chuckled in disbelief as they made their way out of the room.

Samuel rushed to Sabrina’s side to attend to her. He could tell she was experiencing another one of her severe migraine headaches. He brushed her hair from her forehead and held her steady to his side. “It’s okay,” he whispered soothingly. “At least we tried to save them.”

She nodded and grasped his collar tightly, peering up at him. “Yes, but they didn’t listen to us and they won’t realize the truth until it’s too late.” A whimper escaped her lips as she clung to his arm, in obvious pain and exasperation.


After spending a couple of days more in the city, appearing on talk shows and in newspapers, they retreated to the island. A surplus of supplies had been gathered, such as furniture, medicines, personal toiletries, hygiene products, linens, clothing, books, batteries, non-perishable foods and beverages. They also brought tools, sheetrock and lumber for the future construction of homes. In addition, toys, games and other battery-operated gadgets were collected for children. Seeds for planting crops, along with farm animals and domestic animals came along for the ride, too.

Every conceivable item of potential need was given consideration and stockpiled. A large ship delivered the bountiful mass of possessions, which would last for a number of years. They also purchased several ships, automobiles and fuel for means of transportation, to be used after the supernova hit. Many people made fun of them and waved off their preparations as the foolish notions of two raving lunatics. Only a handful of stragglers traveled with them, daring to risk ridicule from friends and family.

Feeling as though they’d done all they could do, Samuel and Sabrina began to fix up their cave. Once they’d arranged a mattress, two wicker chairs and a table, it seemed cozier. They spent the final days leading up to the eruption getting to know one another. At first, they wondered if most people would ignore them or join them. Soon, a few more people showed up, claiming a cave or other area of their own. Small families, as well as single individuals slowly trickled in, day by day.

To their surprise, two of the reporters who’d been at the press conference joined them. Throughout the tiny island, celebrities mixed with average Joes, politicians rubbed shoulders with former voters and soldiers hobnobbed with civilians. People from all walks of life bonded together to make the best of the dreary, devastating circumstances. The pastors there consoled the flock and held church meetings.  

All any of them had was each other now and that would have to be enough to sustain them. Long after the non-believers had disappeared, it would be up to these 1,000 souls to carry on with life, rebuild civilization and procreate the population. A daunting task, but not an impossibility, for hope existed amongst them.


The afternoon before the supernova was due to take place, Sabrina and Samuel sat by the cliff’s edge. They gazed down at the water crashing against the shore. Lanterns and candles glowed from where people entertained themselves. Wind-up radios played relaxing tunes, which drifted up to where the two of them lounged. Snuggled together in one another’s arms, love had found them in an unexpected way. It seemed they were destined to become soul mates for the rest of their lives.

“You know what? I should be miserable, but I’m happy here with you,” Samuel confessed. “I feel sad for those who chose to remain elsewhere. But, at least, we were able to save some of them.”

“That’s all we could’ve asked for. We couldn’t rescue everyone, yet we gave it our best. I’m just thankful that we have each other and our families. I wish more of our friends had listened to us. Still, all is not lost. Life will go on,” Sabrina mused.

“Yes, you’ve taught me that. I once thought my life was over when I lost my high school sweetheart, Lana. She died very young, in a car accident. She was only twenty-one and so pretty. You remind me a lot of her. That’s what initially infatuated me about you.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d suffered such a terrible tragedy before.”

“Well, I did. And I poured myself into scientific studies, attempting to drown out my sorrow. I blamed God and questioned His goodness. During my grief, I was surprised by how He seemed to comfort me. The more I tried to disprove His existence, the more evidence I found among the stars that He is real.”

“He is out there. He will watch over us tomorrow and keep His promise to protect us. Just like in the days of Noah’s Ark, we were persecuted and laughed at. But, we will be the survivors because we trusted in our Lord and Savior.”

“You’re right. Like when the Israelites were passed over when Moses tried to get Pharaoh to release them. The Egyptians were killed, while the Hebrew slaves were spared.”

“Some might ask how a loving Father could allow some to perish and some to survive. In His great mercy and wisdom, He has all the answers to our questions. We may never really know why. We can only seek shelter and peace through His provision for us.”

Samuel drew back from her momentarily, capturing her gaze with his. “That’s right, my love. And tonight, I need to ask you something very important. I know this is rather sudden, since we’ve only known one another for two short weeks. But, I want everything to be right in God’s sight. Tomorrow, I hope we can begin anew.”

Sabrina drew in a deep breath and regarded him quizzically. “That sounds wonderful. What exactly do you mean?”

He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a velvet box. He handed it to her and waited patiently while she opened it. Inside was an engagement/wedding ring set in sparkling diamonds.

She gasped and raised her hand to her mouth. “Oh, my goodness, it’s so beautiful!”

“Not as much as you,” he told her earnestly. “I’ve admired you for so long. I’ve watched you on TV and seen you in newspapers. I even went to a psychic convention to meet you once, but I chickened out at the last minute and couldn’t introduce myself.”

“Are you serious? I had no idea,” she responded, laughing. “What a coincidence! I must confess that I did the same thing myself. I saw you in medical journals and papers. I felt an inexplicable connection to you. I sensed we were destined to cross paths, but I didn’t know when. I attended a scientific seminar to get a look at you up close, yet I could only admire you from afar.”

He chuckled heartily at her revelation. “Imagine that!”

Suddenly getting a more serious expression on his face, he rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. Then he continued, “This ring set was to be my girlfriend Lana’s when we married. She never got a chance to wear it, because sadly, she died before I could ask her to be my wife. I lost one chance at happiness. And I don’t want to miss another rare opportunity for true love.”

He sank down upon one knee and laying the box down, he gasped both her hands in his. “So, will you marry me, Sabrina?”

She felt tears form in the corners of her eyes as joy overwhelmed her. “Oh, yes, Samuel! I’d be honored to wear your ring and have you as my husband.”

He jumped to his feet hastily and slipped the engagement ring onto her finger. “We haven’t much time to waste,” he said excitedly. “Let’s go find ourselves a pastor, shall we?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart, I want to start afresh when our new world begins,” she agreed happily.

Drawing her near for a moment, he kissed her tenderly. “I love you!”

She cuddled against him. “I love you, too!”


Three hours later, they were married by a female pastor. The wedding ceremony and reception were simple affairs yet lovely. Some of the women gathered up flowers and prepared a festive meal for the occasion. An elderly man donated the band his son, who’d passed years ago, used to wear, so Samuel would have a ring as well.

After the celebration dwindled, everyone returned to their respective dwellings, readying for the coming day’s ordeal. Sabrina slipped on a modest, white nightgown and brushed her auburn mane of hair. She then eased herself down between the sheets, to share her first romantic, intimate night with her new, handsome husband.

With a tender touch and soft lips, Samuel slowly explored his beloved bride. He showed her with actions what mere words could not express. In return, she did likewise, discovering her partner as well. When at last they became one flesh, they loved and basked in the sensations of truly uniting body and soul. Then they achieved sweet release and nestled within one another’s arms, drifting off into dreamland.

The following afternoon, the end arrived for those who had neglected to heed the warnings presented to them. A massive explosion lit up the sky and shook the earth’s foundations. Fire blazed fiercely, slicing through the air. Once it was over, only those who sought refuge on the island escaped destruction. God had kept His promise and preserved those 1,000 souls for future generations to come. A young woman gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, that evening, signifying a new beginning for all of them. Although uncertain, everyone knew that whatever lay ahead, they would embrace it with life everlasting.




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