Bestie's Alpha Brother
To her, I was nothing more than a swirl of fog and eyes in the corner.
This... this wasn’t how I remembered it. My mother had always insisted there was nothing there, that it was all in my head. But now, watching from the specter’s eyes, I could see the truth. She knew. She had always known.
The scene shifted, and I was watching a different night. The little girl was screaming, scrambling away from something. From me. But this time, I could move. Still silent, I reached for her, trying desperately to convey that it was okay, that I was just her from the future. My long, white, misty fingers terrified her even more, and she pressed herself against the wall.
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