ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀꜱ : ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢ

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Nara felt a chill as she clasped Willow's father's hand. The moment their palms met, a rush of coldness surged through her, seeping into her bones. Her vision blurred, and the world around her seemed to fade. She tried to maintain her composure, but her heart pounded against her ribcage with a fierce urgency.

A dark fog enveloped her mind, heavy and suffocating. She saw flashes—images too quick to grasp fully, yet hauntingly vivid. A crimson stain spreading across a pristine surface. The gleam of sharp metal, catching the light in a sinister glint. Shadows loomed, shifting and twisting like living nightmares. The scent of iron filled her nostrils, overwhelming and nauseating.

In the depths of this vision, she felt an overwhelming sense of dread. It wasn't just the sight of blood; it was the feeling of life slipping away, of something precious being irreversibly lost. The atmosphere was thick with foreboding, an oppressive weight that pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Whispers echoed around her, disjointed and unintelligible, but their tone was unmistakably grim. The air was heavy with sorrow and despair. She could feel the anguish, the heartache that was to come, though she couldn't pinpoint its source. It was as if the future had reached out to her, brushing her with its icy fingers, leaving behind a trail of fear.

As she released his hand, the vision dissipated, leaving her shaken. She looked into his eyes, searching for any sign that he felt it too, but he remained oblivious, smiling warmly at her. The darkness had not touched him yet, but it lingered close, a silent predator waiting for the right moment to strike.

She forced a smile, her lips trembling. She couldn't tell him, couldn't warn him of the shadows she had seen. The images were too fragmented, too cryptic to form a coherent warning. All she had were feelings—an inexplicable sense of doom, a premonition that something terrible was on the horizon.

As they said their goodbyes, she felt a heaviness settle in her heart. The future was uncertain, shrouded in a veil of mystery and menace. She could only hope that whatever was to come, they would be prepared to face it. The vision had left her with more questions than answers, but one thing was clear: danger loomed ahead, and the path forward was fraught with peril.

She watched him closed the door, the image of blood and shadows still haunting her mind. The connection between their handshake and the vision gnawed at her, an ominous riddle she couldn't solve. She prayed silently for his safety, knowing deep down that the darkness she had glimpsed was not easily escaped.

The vision haunted her, a persistent shadow lingering at the edge of her thoughts. She didn't want to tell anyone about it, didn't want to burden them with the fear that gnawed at her. The images replayed in her mind, unbidden, each time bringing a fresh wave of dread. She tried to push them away, to focus on the present, but the future's dark promise clung to her like a shroud.

Every time she looked at Willow, the urge to share her vision grew stronger. But how could she? How could she tell the girl that she had seen something terrible, something that might or might not come to pass? She didn't even know yet what awaited her. She couldn't had any more thing right now.

She struggled with the knowledge, feeling isolated by the burden of what she had seen. She couldn't tell Willow, couldn't disrupt her life with vague premonitions and shadowy omens. Yet, it was hard not to. The vision was like a festering wound, throbbing painfully with each passing day. She could see the love Willow had for her father, the bond they shared, and it made the silence even more unbearable.

That night, she often found herself on the verge of speaking, only to swallow her words at the last moment. It was a cruel torment, to carry such a secret. She didn't know what to do, how to protect them from a future she couldn't fully understand. So she went to lock herself in her room, alone.

She knew she had to find a way to cope, to bear the burden without breaking. She hoped that, in time, she would find the strength to either share her fears or see them proven wrong. Until then, the vision remained a dark cloud over her heart, a constant reminder of the fragile line between the present and the unknown future.