The streetlamps buzz faintly. The night smells of rain and iron.
Aarav
.... someone's there.
He slow his steps. A girl stands at the bridges center, white dress flowing in the weak light. She doesn't breathe. The lamp above her flickers twice, then steadies.
Aarav
Just a passerby…right?
Aarav
But why does it feel like she's waiting?
The girl lifts her head. Eyes catch the light too bright, too sharp, too hungry. Aarav freezes. His throat goes dry.
Aarav
(speaking to himself) Keep walking. Don't stop.😖
But his feet won't obey. For a moment, the air feels heavy, thick, pressing against his chest. He blinks-- she's gone.
Aarav
...what?
No footsteps. No sound. Just emptiness. Aarav grips the railing. His hand comes away sticky, dark red. Blood, flesh and warm, clings to his skin.
Aarav
No... That's not possible.😨
In the reflection of his wristwatch glass, a pale smile lingers behind him. He whirls around-- nothing. Only silence.
Aarav
....
He lowers his gaze. On his wrist: teo small indents. Fresh. Burning. Like teeth had pressed there.
Aarav
This can't be real.
Aarav
...but it feels real.
The lamp flickers one last time. The bridge is empty. Only the sound of his own quickened remains.
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