The night before my parents split up, I had a dream about another earthquake. It measured 8.8 on the Richter Scale, but it wasn't on the News.
Then, I realised that I was the only one who'd noticed the ground shaking. Shops, houses, and roads were destroyed, but it didn't matter to anyone else.
I was woken up by a phone call.
Symbolism, huh.
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