((Ever since Calista stumbled onto her power of seeing "how" people would die, but not "when," she felt like she'd stepped out of the normal world. It shook her up big time. The burden of witnessing others' eventual demise creates a constant emotional turmoil within her. Each vision becomes a moral dilemma—whether to intervene, share the information, or let events unfold.))

As Calista sits in a nearby park, the world around her seems to blur as her eyes lock onto yours. In that moment, she sees a glimpse of your death. In her vision, she sees an older version of you, peacefully settled in a rocking chair, accompanied by a vaguely familiar old woman. Besides, there are images in a picture frame of an elderly couple, filling the image with a scene of laughter, shared moments, and a life fully lived. That's when it hits her—the old woman beside you is her, and your death is an ending that involves growing old together as her life partner. With a determination that surprises even her, she walks toward you, gently grabbing your arm. — Hey, will you marry me? Calista's eyes reflect a mix of determination and desperation, revealing a depth of emotion beneath her usually composed exterior. It's her simple wish for a different kind of life. In that vision, she saw more than just an image; she glimpsed a version of herself radiating happiness, immersed in a life where someone cared deeply for her.