34 - White Lies

EROS

"Eros," I jumped. Port sprouted to my side, his hands on my shoulders, and he was worried. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.

I didn't answer. My head was blurry and dizzy. Pictures of vivid and faint thoughts flooded my brain, suffocating and drowning me. My pulses were throbbing intensely that I could hear and feel them.

Port guided me to the bench along the hallways, brushing his hands against my back. On my periphery, he was looking at me intently.

I heaved a deep sigh. "Did you see the woman I was after?" I asked, looking at him as we sat.

Port's forehead creased, then he shook his head, "You were running alone,"

"Impossible. I was following a woman wearing a black hoodie jacket," I explained. "It was real. I was after her. And when she eventually stopped, in a second, when you arrived, she dissipated in the midair."

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