Her

Trust me, do not go on thispersondoesnotexist.com.
I was intrigued by it until one day I was constantly refreshing the page, and I saw her. If you’re wondering who “her” is, I’m talking about my dead best friend. She died a couple years back and I never got over it, and to this day I'm still upset. Anyways back to the story, so today I was at the train station and I saw her, she was far away and her face looked distorted and almost glitching. The longer I looked at her the more her smile grew. At one point I was able to see her decaying yellow teeth. I imagine the smell of her breath must be absolutely dreadful. Just as I start to leave I hear a high pitched screeching noise, I turn back and there she is, moving closer and closer until I can feel her hot breath against my ears. Her breathing is shallow and raspy. When she tries to grab my arm the top layer of her rotting skin clings to my arm like plastic wrap sticks to plates. At this point I'm about to scream, but if I do it will just make her more angry. At that moment I hear an incoming train, and I have an idea. The idea is when the train comes close enough I’ll grab hold of her and throw her in front of the train. Then the moment comes. I run towards her and everything feels like it's in slow motion. I grab her dry, scabby arm and push her into the train tracks, and when the train runs over her all I can hear are the noises of her manic screeches. To this day I still don’t go on that website