I returned to work, and life seemed to return to normal. The stranger's words and the bizarre occurrences faded into the background as I settled into my routine. Days passed without any unusual events, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I was happy, but it was a bland happiness, a feeling of merely going through the motions.
One evening, I closed up shop early and indulged in some much-needed self-care. I cooked my favorite meal, reviewed some documents, and prepared for a peaceful night's sleep. As I drifted off, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. "I wish to be complete," I whispered, my life feeling boring yet familiar, like a worn-out shoe.
That's when I saw her – a beautiful lady with long, white hair standing in front of a towering mirror. The room was shrouded in darkness, but she radiated an ethereal glow. Her hands were blurry, but as I drew closer, I saw she held a teddy bear in one hand and a blood-soaked knife in the other. Her eyes, black as coal, flowed with tears as she gazed at me. "Are you okay?" I asked, searching for answers in her red-rimmed eyes.
Suddenly, she grasped my arm, her smile gleaming like a child reunited with a lost treasure. "I... I have been waiting for you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
