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A Face That Shouldn’t Exist

Author: Megti
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-04 23:35:07

Damiano

The first thing I heard was the beeping. Slow and steady like a clock counting down my life.

My eyelids felt heavy, glued shut. My chest burned every time I breathed. Something tugged at my arm.

I forced my eyes open. White ceiling, bright lights, monitors then hospital.

“sir? Sir, can you hear me?”

My vision swam before settling.

And then, Her.

Standing near the window. Slim figure, dark hair. Stillness I would recognize anywhere.

My breath hitched.

Aria?

For a second, I forgot how to
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