The Sixth Sense

The brilliant blue sky was beautifully illuminated by the golden glow of the sun. The chirping of birds accompanied Frank as he read a book with his girlfriend, Chelsea. A gentle breeze rustled the hair of the two as they chatted beneath the shade of a lush tree. “Do you think this book is good, darling?” Frank asked, stroking Chelsea's hair with the hand not holding the book. “What's it about?” Chelsea asked playfully. “Oh right, you don't know the story yet! In that case, I'll tell you the synopsis,” Frank said, beginning to recount the book's content. Chelsea listened to Frank's story, leaning her head on his broad shoulder. Frank enthusiastically narrated the book's content, enjoying the fragrant scent of Chelsea's hair. The book essentially told the story of someone who desperately wanted the ability to read other people's minds, even though he didn't possess what is called the sixth sense. So the character in the story created a device that allowed him to read other people's thoughts. The project succeeded, and he was overjoyed because he now had the ability to know what others were thinking. He also became a good interrogator because he could know everything that people he interrogated at the police station were thinking. The character's career in the police force advanced. He was also skilled at gambling, predicting the scores of sports matches. And there were many other exciting and thrilling experiences the character went through. *** The air still felt very cool when Frank finished his story and felt very thirsty, so Frank picked up a drink bottle from the soft grass. “How was the story, darling? Interesting, right!” Frank said after finishing a glass of mineral water. “I think it's quite interesting!” “Yes, it is quite interesting, and it would be really cool to have a power like this,” Frank said, pointing his finger at the storybook. “Why is that?” Chelsea asked, surprised. “It'd be great, just imagine. We'd have the ability to know what other people are thinking. Then, we wouldn't be able to be lied to anymore! What's more, if we could know what's going to happen in the future, wow, that would be even cooler!” Frank said hopefully. “But if that ability ended up being used for crime, that wouldn't be good, would it?” Chelsea said, starting to lift her head from Frank's shoulder. “Well, yes, but let's just focus on the positive! Besides…” Frank continued, “I want to know how much you love me, darling!” Frank said, beginning to gaze at Chelsea's beautiful face. “So you don't trust our relationship all this time?” Chelsea retorted, a little annoyed. “No, no, darling, I didn't mean it like that. Even without a device that could let me know people's thoughts, I already know that you love me very much, just as I love you very much!” “Oh, Frank, you joke too much!” Chelsea said, a little shy, and moved closer to hug Frank. *** On Saturday night, Frank intended to invite Chelsea to watch the movie The Sixth Sense at the cinema, which was based on the book Frank had just read. Frank already knew the story by heart, but he wanted to see it in more detail when presented as a film. However, Frank was very disappointed to learn that Chelsea couldn't join him because she still had school assignments to finish. Frank was confused because he had bought two tickets, and they were non-refundable. Therefore, he decided to watch the movie alone, without Chelsea by his side. Upon arriving at the cinema, as Frank was about to enter the screening room, he saw a beautiful young woman his age who seemed a bit disappointed because she had run out of tickets. “Excuse me, miss, are you also here to watch this movie?” Frank asked casually. “Yes, but unfortunately, I'm out of tickets!” the woman said with deep disappointment. “Oh, what a coincidence, miss, I have an extra ticket here that's unused. My friend who was supposed to use this ticket can't make it now!” Frank said, showing a ticket to the screening room. “Oh, that's great, but how much is it?” “Oh, don't worry about it, I'm not a scalper!” Frank said with a small laugh. “Oh, well, thanks a lot then, I really wanted to see that movie. I almost forgot, I'm Vica, who are you?” “Frank,” Frank said, extending his hand. They entered the room together and sat next to each other. During the film, Frank secretly observed Vica's beautiful face. “Ah, this girl is pretty too. But unfortunately, she's still not as beautiful as Chelsea!” Frank thought to himself. Finally, the film ended, leaving behind soft murmurs of admiration from the audience. “The movie was good, wasn't it?” Vica asked as they walked out of the room. “Yes, it was really good! By the way, are you driving home or getting picked up?” “Neither!” “How about I give you a ride?” Frank offered. “If you don't mind, that would be nice!” “Oh, of course not!” Frank reassured her. As Frank walked on the sidewalk towards his car parked by the roadside, he suddenly witnessed an event. An elderly man was about to cross the street, but from the opposite direction, a car was speeding recklessly. Then, before the old man knew it, the car had hit him and sped off without stopping at all. Frank immediately ran towards the old man, who was already almost on the sidewalk. He moved the unconscious old man to the sidewalk; thankfully, the old man had only been grazed and sustained minor head injuries. Around Frank, people gathered, merely watching without offering any help. Indeed, this was the behavior of very individualistic city dwellers. Then Vica pushed through the crowd and said, “What's wrong, Frank? Come on, let's quickly take him to the hospital!” Frank, with Vica's help, lifted the old man into the car, and they sped off to the nearest hospital. At the hospital, Frank handled the administration and waited until the old man regained consciousness. Vica also agreed to wait until the old man woke up. After about an hour, Frank left Vica waiting outside to enter the room where the old man was being treated. As Frank sat beside the old man, he suddenly heard a hoarse voice. “Ah, young Frank, young Frank.” Frank was startled and looked for the source of the voice. It turned out the voice came from the old man, who was starting to regain consciousness. “Young Frank, thank you for your help, even taking care of my hospital bills here. Now, young Frank, you can go home; I'm quite well. Your house in Bintaro is quite far from here!” the old man said, somewhat stammering. Frank was simply stunned to hear all that and felt very surprised. “It's alright, Grandpa, as humans, we should help each other!” Frank said, still hiding his curiosity. “Thank you again, young Frank, that girl named Vica has been waiting for a while now!” the old man said, as if stating a simple fact. Finally, Frank felt very curious and said, “We've never met or known each other before, so how do you know my name is Frank, where I live, and about the girl I met tonight, Grandpa?” “Ah, I know all that as if I've experienced it before, even though all this just happened,” the old man explained. “I don't understand,” Frank said, confused. “Well, it's like what people call the sixth sense. I've had this since I was a child. And I also don't know when these premonitions come,” the old man said, coughing. Then Frank remembered the story in the book and film he had watched today. Then he thought, “This old man is amazing; he got this ability naturally, not from some device or anything!” “Yes, I've had this ability since I was a child, not because of the devices in the story young Frank knows about today!” the old man said, surprising him. “How did you know what I was just thinking?!” he asked in awe. “I don't know either, I just seem to be able to hear everything that people near me are thinking!” “Wow, that's really cool, Grandpa, I actually really want to have an ability like yours after reading The Sixth Sense book!” he said admiringly. “Believe me, you will also gain this ability at an unexpected time. Perhaps after our meeting.” “Ah, but it seems impossible, Grandpa. That's an ability someone gets from childhood. I'm even the kid who gets tricked the most by my friends. Let alone making devices like in that story, ah, that's very impossible considering my poor science knowledge.” Frank said, sounding hopeless. “Never mind, all that will change. Now just go home, that girl has been waiting for a long time, she's even getting sleepy out there!” Frank said goodbye to the old man, wishing him a speedy recovery. When Frank left the room, he saw Vica, already sleepy and waiting bored on a long bench. Frank said, “It turns out what the old man said was true!” “What's true? You took forever. We're going home now, right?” Vica said, a little annoyed. Before Frank went home, he first dropped off Vica, whose house turned out to be quite far from his. Vica only indicated the area where she lived. As they approached the street where her house was located, Frank unconsciously seemed to have heard Vica's instructions and turned automatically without asking Vica first. Then Frank stopped at a house with a green fence and turned off his car engine. “This is your house, right?” Frank said, looking at Vica's somewhat confused face. “Yes, how did you know? I didn't say anything about the exact location of my house just now!” Vica said, getting out of the car. “I don't know either, it just happened without me realizing it!” Frank said, walking Vica to her front gate. “Oh, never mind, thanks, you're a good guy!” Vica said, kissing Frank's cheek as a sign of gratitude. Frank stood there, blushing, until Vica was no longer visible behind her house door. When he arrived home, his mother opened the door for Frank and said, “Why are you home so late, Frank?” she said, a little worried. “I helped someone who got hit by a car near the cinema, Mom!” he explained. “Oh, I see, you're a good boy, Frank. Now, why isn't your father home yet?” “Dad will be home at 2 AM, Mom, he has overtime at the office!” “How do you know that, son?” “I don't know either, Mom!” Frank ran up the stairs of his house, still feeling confused. Frank immediately entered his room and collapsed onto his soft, clean, and tidy bed. “Ah, Mom must have tidied it up!” Frank thought to himself. Suddenly, Frank's hand reflexively grabbed his phone; it was as if he knew someone would call him soon. It turned out to be true, and he immediately answered the call and spoke without first looking at his phone screen. “Hello, darling Chelsea, what's up?” “Hi Frank, why did you answer so fast?” came the reply from the other end. “I don't know, maybe it's just a coincidence!” “Oh, never mind, I want to apologize again, I couldn't accompany you to the movie earlier,” “Oh, it's alright, I've already forgiven you!” “How was it, was the movie good?” “It was really good, I'm even more interested in that story now!” “Alright then, Frank, I'm going to sleep now. It's late,” “Okay, darling, good night, dream of me,” “I hope so,” Chelsea's last words were heard before she hung up the phone. *** Frank woke up on the first morning of the week. As he awoke to the clock striking four times, he seemed to remember something: today he would have a math test, consisting of five questions on Trigonometric Equations. He was a little confused; it was as if he had already taken the test and achieved a maximum score, but he had never received such a high math grade before. Without feeling any strangeness, Frank immediately showered and prepared his school supplies as usual. Before leaving, he briefly studied the material that would be tested that morning. Upon arriving at school, he went straight to his classroom, even though it was still too quiet. He sat in his chair and began flipping through his math book, which had "Trigonometric Equations" as the chapter title. Unbeknownst to him, his deskmate Harry arrived. “Hey Frank, what are you doing here so early! And studying math, too, there's no test today, you know!” Harry said, scoffing slightly. “Don't you know? We have a test today, and the material is what I'm reading right now!” Frank stated confidently. “Oh come on, Frank, as far as I remember, Mr. Simpson never said there would be a test. Besides, other classes haven't given me any hints either. Let me ask Rita. Hey Rita, do we really have a Math test now?” Harry asked Rita, the smartest girl in class. “Huh, a test? No way. How do you know, Frank? Even I, Mr. Simpson's favorite student, wasn't told about a test, let alone you, Frank! You must be dreaming!” Rita said with a small laugh. “I don't know either, it's like I've already taken this test and will get a score of 95 with only a small mistake on question number 3!” Frank said, continuing to concentrate on his math book. Then the bell for class rang. Mr. Simpson, the Math teacher who taught the first period in that class, entered with firm steps. “Good morning, students! Today we have a surprise math test. I'm doing this intentionally to test your readiness for our current material,” Mr. Simpson said firmly, met by protests from the students. “Alright, alright, now prepare your writing tools and test papers. No math-related books on your desks or in your drawers now!” Frank felt very grateful that he had studied the material that would be tested today, which indeed turned out to be questions about Trigonometric Equations. Rita and Harry only gave Frank cynical glances, thinking he had gotten a leak or cheated on them. An hour passed, and Mr. Simpson told them to collect all their questions and answers. Frank submitted answers that he had completed well, except for question number three. Mr. Simpson used the remaining 30 minutes to check their answers. At that moment, the students became tense, waiting for their test results. There were regretful complaints from those who had answered incorrectly, and joy for those who were confident they had done well. At that time, Rita and Harry were still silent towards Frank, still suspicious of him. Mr. Simpson finished checking and said. “I have checked all your answers. Everyone got poor results, except for one person who scored 95 because of only a small mistake on question number 3. That person is…., Frank!” Loud applause erupted from the classmates, except for Harry and Rita. Harry and Rita still couldn't believe it and thought Frank had cheated. Frank also felt confused about how he could have known about the math test beforehand, and even known the result and which question he would get wrong. During break time, the tension between Frank and Harry began to thaw. Harry said to Frank, “Frank, let's make a bet!” “A bet on what?” Frank asked. “What else but football! Tonight there's a big match between Juventus and AC Milan. Who are you betting on? I know you're a Milanista, so you'll definitely bet on AC Milan, right!” Harry said confidently. Then Frank was silent for a moment. It was as if he had already watched that match, but he didn't know when. Then he said, “Haven't we already watched that match?” “Already? That match is only happening tonight, you know!” Harry said with a slight laugh. “Ah, but I already know that Juventus will win with a decisive 3-0 victory. The three goals will be scored by David Trezeguet in the 30th, 44th, and 74th minutes.” Harry listened in disbelief, “So you're supporting Juve? Okay then, I'll support AC Milan!” Harry said, shaking Frank's hand. *** On his way home, Frank kept thinking about the strange events he had experienced that day. Even so, he still hadn't realized what changes he had recently undergone. Upon arriving home, he saw his mother, still healthy and fit, watching a telenovela in the afternoon as usual. Frank immediately went upstairs and into his still-dark room. He had forgotten to tidy his room and open the window curtains that morning because he had left too early. Without turning on any lights, he immediately threw his school bag into a corner of the room and collapsed his tired body onto the bed. Still in his clothes, Frank quickly fell into a sleep that calmed him from the series of strange events that day. In his deep sleep, Frank had a dream that felt incredibly real, unlike a typical dream. He was seemingly waiting by his mother's hospital bed. There, his mother was unconscious and on a ventilator. Then the doctor told him that his mother had suffered an acute heart attack, which was very dangerous for her safety. After hearing the doctor's words, Frank was very shocked, and suddenly the situation completely changed, and he was still sitting on his bed in the cold morning breeze. Frank whispered, “Ah, I must have fallen asleep this afternoon and stayed asleep until now. Was that a dream or not? But it seemed so real! Ah, but I don't believe in dreams. Dreams are just fantasies, so I don't need to worry about them.” As usual, Frank prepared to go to school in the morning. After showering and finishing all preparations, he immediately went down to the dining table for breakfast because his stomach was very hungry from not eating anything since yesterday afternoon. Frank ate very heartily and had two plates. He looked at his mother, who, as usual, always cooked delicious food that he liked. Then he said goodbye to his mother, and Frank felt something different. It was as if he didn't want to leave his mother and felt a deep affection, as if he was going to be separated from her to a distant place. In class, he was approached by Harry, who arrived right after Frank. “Hey buddy, you won. Your predictions were all correct, and here's the betting money,” Harry said weakly. “See, I told you, I felt like I already knew the outcome of that match. As for the betting money, I don't need it, and I don't want to gamble with it. Take it back!” Frank said, returning the betting money to Harry's pocket. During class, Frank was very unfocused on his studies and constantly felt like he wanted to go home quickly because he sensed something was happening at home. He remembered the dream again and still didn't believe the dream he had last night. The school bell rang, and Frank packed his school supplies as quickly as possible and rushed home. As he reached the street near his house, he felt even worse. He saw an ambulance parked in front of his house. He immediately ran and entered the house. Inside the house, he saw a limp body being carried on a stretcher into the ambulance. Frank approached the stretcher and saw his mother on it. Then he asked the nearest person standing by. “What happened to Mom?” Frank asked in a panic. “Oh, one of your neighbors saw your mother faint while cleaning the yard,” explained a paramedic accompanying his mother's stretcher. Frank immediately got into the ambulance. At that moment, he immediately called his father to inform him about his mother's current condition. At the hospital, he experienced an event that was exactly identical in detail to his dream from last night. He began to realize the strange occurrences that had been happening to him lately. But he was still unsure about that dream last night. Was it truly a premonition, or just a mere coincidence? *** Frank returned to school after taking two days off to accompany his mother, whose condition had not yet improved. Upon arriving at school, Frank was greeted by his friends who showed their concern for the misfortune that had befallen his mother. At that moment, Frank's mind was still in turmoil and not very responsive to his friends' sympathy. Then his friend Harry, who had just arrived, said, “Frank, I'm sorry to hear about your mother's condition. How is she, has she improved?” Harry asked, patting Frank's shoulder. “Oh, Harry, thank you for your concern. My mom's condition isn't much better yet,” Frank replied weakly. “I hope she gets well soon. In that case, don't keep being sad, Frank. Believe that your mother will get better quickly.” “No, no, it's not that, I'm worried about my dreams,” “Why is that?” “Before what happened to my mom, I dreamt of the exact event when I was in the hospital. So now I'm afraid I'll dream of bad things again,” “Oh, come on, dreams are just fantasies, so don't pay too much attention to them! But if you want to use them to find lottery numbers, then dreams are important!” Harry joked, trying to cheer Frank up. The third lesson of the day was History, one of the most boring subjects according to Frank. He listened to the History teacher's rambling, propping his chin up, trying to calm himself. At that moment, whether Frank was asleep or daydreaming, he seemed to witness a terrifying event that felt incredibly real. There, he seemed to be standing on the sidewalk of the highway near his father's office, and he saw his father's car, speeding, collide with a recklessly driven truck. Then he saw his father's head protruding from the car window, covered in blood. Outside of Frank's semi-conscious state, Mr. Anton, the history teacher, observed that Frank seemed unfocused in his lesson. So he posed a question to Frank. “Frank, tell me, why is the Dutch colonization in Indonesia during the time of Herman Willem Daendels (1808-1811) indirectly referred to as French colonization?” Mr. Anton asked with his cold manner of speaking. Suddenly, a few moments after Mr. Anton posed the question and received no response, Frank screamed hysterically. “No… No… don't let it happen!” Frank yelled, standing up from his chair. “What's wrong, Frank, why aren't you answering my question?” Mr. Anton said, a little surprised. Frank only then realized that he was still in his classroom, and the atmosphere had become silent after the incident. While packing his bag and walking quickly to the front of the class, he said. “Sir, I need to leave, there's something very important!” Frank said, walking away without caring if he was allowed or not. “Hey, you can't just leave like that. It's still class time!” Mr. Anton's voice was heard behind Frank. Jeers were also heard from inside the classroom, saying he had gone crazy. But Frank kept running down the stairs and out of his school. Without asking permission from the security guard or the duty teacher, Frank ran out of the gate through a small gap that the security guard had forgotten to close. He kept running towards his house, gasping for breath, hoping his father hadn't left for work yet. Upon arriving home, he didn't find his father's car in front of the house or in the garage. He also tried to call his father's cell phone, but it turned out his father hadn't brought his phone today. “Ah, it's too late. Dad, I hope nothing happens!” Frank whispered, starting his beloved motorcycle. He continued to speed on his motorcycle, ignoring the traffic signs around him. He ran red lights and even crossed railroad crossings. He kept increasing his speed, hoping to find his father before the incident occurred. After passing the bend near his father's office, he saw his father's BMW at the far end of the road from his current position. From the opposite direction, he saw a sand truck speeding recklessly. Unable to do anything, Frank could only watch the event unfold and scream until his own ears rang. *** Frank slumped in a chair in his house after his father's funeral. He was accompanied by a beautiful woman he had known intimately for a long time. “Thank you, Chelsea, you're the only one I need at a time like this,” Frank said, gazing at Chelsea's face, which remained beautiful even in mourning. “I will always be with you, no matter what. Especially in a situation like this, I will always support you until you find peace again.” Chelsea's words gave Frank a little spirit in his current state. “I love the way you love me, Chelsea, thank you for your sincerity. This makes me love you even more,” “I love you too, Frank, but now it's better if you rest first. Look, your eyes are very red. You really need to sleep,” Chelsea sympathized, stroking Frank's forehead. “No, no, I don't want to sleep. I'm afraid I'll dream of bad things again. I don't want to lose everyone I love again. Especially you, Chelsea!” “Believe me, you won't lose me. I'll stay with you forever!” Chelsea said, comforting Frank. Frank felt very sleepy. His eyelids seemed too heavy to open. Those dreams must have been ready to invade Frank's sleep, which would soon become reality. But Frank didn't give up; he tried to fight off his drowsiness by chatting a lot and snacking with Chelsea. Drinking coffee and eating chili peppers to stay awake. But it was all in vain. There were piles of coffee cups on the table where they sat, but the drowsiness still came. Night grew late, and Chelsea asked Frank for permission to go home. At first, Frank was somewhat reluctant to be left alone, but after realizing how late it was, and also fearing slander—it wouldn't be good for a woman to be at a man's place so late at night, especially a woman as sexy from head to toe as Chelsea, undesirable things could potentially happen. Frank saw Chelsea off to her house gate. Then he returned to the living room sofa and slumped onto it. Unconsciously, he finally succumbed to the drowsiness that had been assailing him. In that very brief dream, he saw Chelsea walking to cross the highway. As Chelsea was in the middle of the road, a sedan suddenly sped towards her at a considerable speed. As a result, the car couldn't brake in time, and the event Frank most feared occurred. Frank woke up from his short sleep, realizing he had to act fast this time. He ran as fast as he could out of his house and immediately headed to the street where his dream had taken place. When he arrived at the area he had in mind, Frank didn't see Chelsea or the event from his dream. He suddenly realized there was another street that looked exactly like this one. He immediately ran again to the other place and saw a crowd of people, indicating something serious had happened. Frank immediately felt devastated because he already knew what had happened before him. Once again, he could do nothing about the event he foresaw and about the person he loved. As he had suspected, he saw the lifeless body of the beautiful woman he had loved so much all this time. And only the silence in Frank's heart overcame the shattered cries of sorrow. *** Frank felt utterly devastated by the series of horrifying events he had experienced lately. First his mother, then his father, and now Chelsea, Frank's last solace. Now there was no longer a place to shelter, a place to take refuge, and a place to vent all the bitterness in his heart. What he regretted most was knowing all the events that he should have been able to prevent. But he could do nothing, and all those events happened right before his very eyes. Frank felt like committing suicide, as he felt he couldn't live with his current situation. But he thought that besides suicide being a great sin, Chelsea and his deceased family would surely hate him for such an act. Therefore, Frank chose to walk out of the house, hoping to find some clarity there. As Frank walked aimlessly in the scorching August sun, he remembered the story in The Sixth Sense book he had read before all these events occurred. Then he also remembered his meeting with the old man who possessed the sixth sense. “Ah, this must all be because of that old man. He said that I, who so desired that ability, would also become like him. Knowing events that others don't yet know and getting strange premonitions about the future. Now I deeply regret having such a strange ability that only torments me. If only I didn't have this ability, these events surely wouldn't have happened.” As Frank still walked aimlessly and listlessly, he saw a crowd of people on the sidewalk, seemingly another accident. “Ah, an accident, huh? It's strange that I don't have a premonition right now!” Frank whispered with a desperate laugh. Although Frank wanted to ignore it, his feet seemed to compel him to walk towards the crowd. When his head turned to the helpless, supine body, he felt as if he had met that old man before. He immediately knelt down and spoke to the old man with the sixth sense, who was now on the verge of death. “We meet again, young Frank…!” the old man said, coughing. “Grandpa, I don't want this ability. I deeply regret it!” Frank said, a little hastily. “Calm down, what's done is done. And everything will proceed without your knowledge!” “But Grandpa… Grandpa…!” Frank said, just as the old man took his last, shallow breaths. The people gathered whispered among themselves, thinking Frank had gone mad. Then they left, and no one helped the old man, perhaps thinking that we were city vagrants. After taking care of the old man's body, Frank decided to return home and reflect on all the events that had transpired. “First, I read that 'Sixth Sense' book. Then I met that cursed old man who passed this demonic ability on to me. Then these horrifying events that I never wanted arrived, and now I'm here, alone and broken,” Frank thought as he walked through the living room. Upon entering the dining room, Frank imagined the atmosphere when his family used to chat and joke around in familial joy. “Mom, I don't think I can eat your super delicious cooking, and Dad, I miss your advice,” Frank whispered as he climbed the stairs. After showering and cleaning himself, Frank collapsed his tired body onto the now messy bed. He searched for his phone, hoping to see Chelsea's name calling on the screen. “Oh Chelsea, I miss stroking your fragrant hair, hearing your melodious voice, and Chelsea… Ah, if only I had Doraemon's time machine and an inter-dimensional portal device, I would turn back time and never experience all these bad things. Unfortunately, I'm just an ordinary human living in reality, not in a world of comics and PlayStation.” In his distress, Frank fell asleep under the dim light of his bedroom lamp. Whether he was asleep or not, he felt a strong pull that spun his body around in a dark corridor that seemed to last endlessly. He couldn't see anything around him or where he was. When he finally regained control, he was in a brightly lit place, illuminated by the golden glow of the sun. A gentle breeze wafted over him as he sat under a lush tree in a park. He saw a beautiful woman leaning her head on his broad shoulder. He recognized that face and the scent of her hair. It was Chelsea, the woman he thought he had lost forever. He tried to pinch his arm; it hurt, meaning this wasn't a dream. Then he checked his watch; it showed 08:34 am and the date July 7, 2006. He couldn't comprehend what had actually happened to him before and now. He was very confused as to why he was in a place and time he had already experienced. Amidst his mental block, Chelsea's soft voice suddenly reached his ears. “What's the story, I want to know!” Chelsea said playfully. Frank snapped back to reality, and without wasting any time, he threw the 'Sixth Sense' book he held towards the lake, which shimmered, reflecting the morning sun. Chelsea was startled and immediately lifted her head from Frank's shoulder. “What's wrong, Frank, what are you doing?!” Chelsea asked in a panic. “Never mind, forget that trashy book and story. Now I just want to live in reality and not hope for or fantasize about something impossible in this world,” Frank said firmly. Then Frank immediately embraced Chelsea in his arms and whispered, “I don't want to lose you again!”… THE END