The last twenty-four hours had drained me—no food, no water, nothing but the cold embrace of darkness that seemed to draw closer with every passing second.
My stomach knotted painfully, and dizziness threatened to consume me as the world swirled, bending and twisting before my eyes.
I could feel myself slipping.
My eyes shut.
And then, the world changed.
A thick mist rose up from the ground, curling around my ankles like a sinister specter, pulling me further into the abyss of an unknown place.
A heavy fog—dense, ethereal—clung to the trees surrounding me. The air was thick, yet carried a strange calmness that unsettled me more than the silence itself. I was standing in the middle of a dark forest.
The trees loomed over me like ancient guardians, their gnarled branches reaching toward the heavens.
But then… I saw him.
Taehyung.
His form emerged from the mist, shimmering with an otherworldly glow, his beauty intensified by the haunting light of the full moon that hung overhead.
His eyes—those eyes—dark and infinite, like pools of forgotten secrets, watched me as though they could see everything I was, every fear and doubt that had taken root in my heart.
His gaze was soft yet filled with the weight of millennia, an old soul trapped in a body that did not reflect his true nature.
I ran to him.
As I neared, his arms opened, welcoming me into their embrace. His warmth wrapped around me, grounding me in a way I hadn’t felt since this nightmare had begun.
I buried my face in his chest, my tears soaking the fabric of his tunic as I clung to him for dear life.
“Are you… are you truly alright?” I cried, my voice breaking beneath the weight of my emotions.
He pulled me closer, his touch firm and yet gentle.
“I am pretending to be hurt,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with sorrow.
“I’m breathing and alright but just... plotting something I've always wanted to do...a plan that will end this cursed cycle.”
I pulled away, searching his eyes for meaning. “What do you mean? End it? End all of this?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He turned his gaze upward to the sky, his hand lifting to point at the full moon above.
“Emra is the weakest right now. She is always vulnerable before becoming more powerful,” he murmured, his tone filled with a darkness I had never heard before.
“And one move from me can shatter her hold over us all.”
I stared at him in disbelief, trying to comprehend what he was telling me. “I feel like I'm not going to like whatever you have to say.....what do you want to do??” I asked, my heart aching with uncertainty.
His expression grew solemn, his hand reaching to cup my face, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as they brushed against my skin.
“There is a price,” he said softly. “You must promise me something, Tamrah.”
“What is it?” I asked, my voice barely more than a breath.
He looked into my eyes, his gaze fierce and pleading all at once.
“When I give the command, you must run. And you must never look back.”
I felt the weight of his words press down on my chest.
“But—what is this plan? What are you asking of me?” I asked, my voice laced with fear.
His eyes grew darker, as though he were peering into the very core of my soul.
“If you love me… if you ever did… promise me you will do as I ask.”
His voice dropped, turning urgent.
“If you don’t… none of us will survive. Not even your friendsand your rescuers , Emra has already seen their investigations. She knows what they’re planning. And once she completes her ritual… they will all fall beneath her power.”
It didn't take me longer to realize that Yeonjun had come to my rescue too, and he probably had reported this to police and they had perhaps come to the house which I couldn't witness because Emra had completely tightened the veil, the portal that separated me from them.
I trembled, shaking my head as my heart filled with dread.
“No… Taehyung, I can’t—”
Before I could protest ...
He kissed me,
cutting off my words, his lips warm and insistent against mine. The kiss was slow, drowning in the depth of unspoken emotions, and it was as though he was trying to transfer all of his strength, his love, into me.
I felt every heartbeat, every breath, every desperate plea for freedom in that moment.
And even when he pulled away, I found myself clinging to him, unable to let go.
His arms wrapped around me tighter, pulling me into the warmth of his embrace.
I didn't want the contact of his lips to withdraw from mine.
“I am the portal, Tamrah,” he whispered against my lips.
“Only my end can tear down the charm. Only my death will shatter the spell that binds us to this cursed dimension.”
The words crashed through me like a wave, drowning me in their weight.
I wanted to speak, to scream out that this wasn’t right, that there had to be another way. But my voice failed me, choked on the emotions swirling in my chest.
Before I could protest, before I could say anything more, Taehyung hugged me close one last time.
“This is the only way to end it all,” he whispered. “And when I give the command… you must run.”
I opened my mouth to say something, to ask him what he meant, but before I could find the words, the darkness took me.
I awoke with a start, gasping for breath. My body felt cold and heavy, and my chest heaved with the remnants of the dream. I blinked, trying to make sense of the blur of reality that surrounded me.
Blood.
Crimson dripped from her hands, staining my skin and the cold floor beneath me
I stared at the dark crimson, my breath hitching in my throat.
Her once-beautiful form was twisted, ancient, her skin wrinkled and sagging, her lips shriveled into a grotesque mockery of their former beauty. Her teeth were brown, sharp, and discolored.
The creature that stood before me was no longer the woman I had known—this was something darker, something far more malevolent.
Her eyes bore into mine, cold and merciless.
The thoughts of once having a normal life slapped me, I'd been so ungrateful, never even worked on my connection with God. I cared more about getting noticed than being happy that I'm not. I remembered God so much before but then it only happened at special occasions.
I'd become so brave in this short span of time , I'd been able to see things I wouldn't have ,things that taught me what life priorities should be.
The thought of God must've never crossed my mind but this time I felt ashamed .
Ashamed of not holding on to him ever and if anything could've saved me, made me feel better .
It was only God.
I wondered if it was too late to call out his name.
I wondered it was my end...
This is the end.. I thought.
The bitter end .
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