In One Piece: part three
She swore she left her body momentarily. She stood frozen in her spot by the bed and clutched her diary like a life line. She swore she could see herself doing this, hovering above her physical form while all other sense of reality slipped away. She could see the trickle of the single, individual tear run jagged down her face. She could see herself fight the urge to tremble, to fall to the floor and just lose it. She swore she could see herself doing all these things until Alex’s hand wrapped around her shoulder, and the tension of the subconscious rubber band holding her wits together snapped, and she gasped when she felt all of these things overwhelming at once.
in which there’s a happy accident.