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In The Dark

Author: Mayemura Special
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-05 14:35:47

Zenith’s POV

I finally gathered the courage to ask Jandro about my dream, two nights ago. Maybe it was the power outage that inspired that boldness. Whatever it was, I'm glad I asked. Everything makes sense now.

At first, I thought it was just a flicker. The lights above the kitchen table blinked once, then again, before cutting out completely. The low hum of the refrigerator fell silent. Even the clock on the wall stopped ticking.

“Perfect,” I muttered, standing in the middle of my kitchen holding a dripping paintbrush and an almost-empty mug of hot cocoa. I turned toward the living room. “Jandro?” He was sitting by the window, as usual. Not reading, not watching TV, just existing, like a carved shadow in a dim corner. But even in the dark, I could feel his eyes on me.

“You good?” I asked. He nodded slowly. I grabbed a flashlight from the drawer, but the batteries were already dead. Of course. Typical. But then I remembered, Mom's emergency kit. Two candles later, I had the room glo
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