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(𝐒𝟐) 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏 (𝐩𝐭, 𝟐/𝟐)

𝟏ˢᵗ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖.

𝐂'𝐦𝐨𝐧, (Your name)..

it's time to wake up.

You wouldn't want to upset everyone, right?

'What..?'

'Who is that?'

'Why do they sound so familiar but so foreign?..'

𝐈 gasp for air as i open my eyes.

I look around and find myself in a dark space. "What is this place..?" I ask myself as i realized i felt no pain and looked down at my body and realized i was alright.

No tree in my lower abdomen or anything. I was alive.

This is your headspace, my dear.

I get slightly startled at the sudden voice and jump. I look around the dark space. "Who are you? Better yet, what are you?" I ask the voice as i furrow my eyebrows as i try and understand my situation.

I'm your subconscious. The part of you no one actually knows. I can tell whenever something is going to happen.

I look around a bit dumbfounded. "In simpler words.. you're my gut instinct? Like the inner deepest part of me?"

That would be correct, my dear. I feel, see, and hear everything that you do. Even the things you keep from everyone and don't tell.

I slightly cringe at the thought. "That's kind of creepy.."

In a way yes. Just know, i've always been there with you.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "What d'ya mean?"

You know the feeling when you get all anxious? Or when you feel that shiver running up your spine when you feel as if something horrible is going to happen?

My eyes widen. "..That-.. that was you?!" I asked a bit surprised.

Yes. I have always tried to help and warn you.

I stay quiet for a moment. "..Do you have.. um, a sort of form?" I ask as i look around.

A physical form, you mean?

I nod. "Yeah."

There was a silence for a moment. I felt a gust of wind behind me.

I turn around and see a silhouette. The closer i looked at it, the more it resembled me.

"You.. you look like me?" I ask.

Well, not exactly like you, but yes. After all, i'm you, and you're me.

I nod. Before there's another pause in the air.

Ah, it seems our time needs to be cut short, my dear.

I furrow my eyebrows. "What, why?"

The silhouette seemed to smile, it almost looked like a smile the phantoms had.

It's time to wake up, my dear.

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Word count; 391
June 2ⁿᵈ, 2024
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EDIT;
Word count; 425
June 20ᵗʰ, 2024

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