“Breathe.”I don’t.I can’t.The word echoes in my head, but my chest refuses to move, like the air itself has turned against me.He’s gone.Leon is—No.I clamp down on the thought so hard it hurts.If I say it, if I accept it, it becomes real.And I’m not ready for that.Not now.Not ever.“Breathe.”The voice comes again.Closer this time.Calmer.I laugh.A broken, hollow sound that doesn’t feel like it belongs to me.“Funny,” I whisper. “You think breathing is the problem?”The figure steps into view, silent as always.Watching.Analyzing.Waiting.“I think,” it says, “denial is.”Something snaps.“Don’t.”“Maria—”“Don’t say his name.”Silence.Sharp.Tense.Because even it understands.That name—right now—is a weapon.“You saw what happened,” it says carefully.“No,” I cut in. “I saw what you wanted me to see.”“That wasn’t an illusion.”“You don’t know that.”“I do.”“Shut up!”The force of my voice shakes the space around us.Cracks ripple outward.Unstable.Dangerous.Just
最後更新 : 2026-04-30 閱讀更多