Emma looks at the little package in her hand, rolling it around and around. It looks like the snow, but is mush lighter, almost shining like the sun. Braking the plastic she thinks of Erica, her big breast in her hand, the kiss, singing floor, blood, and Ericas body falling down on the ground. Erica.
When she breaths in the snow through her nose she still sees Ericas dead body in her arms, she can feel her female smell in her nose, her warm skind towards hers... and her eyes. Her eyes are not dark brown any more. The are blue, just as her own. And Ericas hair is... blond. She is looking at her self. She is in Ericas body. She is Erica.
She, or rather Emma, kisses her lips with a silente smile.
- Dont worry, I will protect you.
Emmas yeas so promising, but Erica knows. She will die. When Emmas eyes meet hers, she feels the life within her.
- I want to live! I want to live! We can change all this.
Emmas eyes in surprise.
- Trust me, Erica continues. I know how to change history, I am in your boddy, I know what happened. We can find the killer.
She drags Erica out in the windy night.
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