Her steps halted again in the street lined with walls. Rain fell mercilessly upon her, her coat already soaked. She kept turning around as she fled. Her breath came in quick gasps, her heart raced, and her wet, brown hair clung to her face. Fear. She felt a fear like never before.
The darkness around her seemed to close in, as if the walls themselves were watching her. A shiver ran down her spine, and she heard echoes of footsteps behind her. Instinctively, she quickened her pace, splashing water on her legs from the puddles that formed along the cobblestones. The air was thick with tension, charged with an electricity that made every nerve in her body scream for her to run.
Her mind was a whirlwind, filled with chaotic thoughts that slipped through her fingers. The memories of what she had witnessed blurred with the urgency of surviving in the moment. Each heartbeat pulsed with panic, drowning out all reason and clarity, as vivid images flashed before her: faces contorted in anger, a flash of metal glinting in the dark, the chilling laughter of someone she once trusted.
Desperately, she searched for a hiding place, a spot where she might find some fleeting solace. A narrow entrance to a dark alley caught her eye. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she slipped inside, pressing herself against the cold, damp wall. The cacophony of rain pounding on the pavement faded, but the fear remained, wrapping around her like a heavy shroud, suffocating and inescapable. The shadows in the alley seemed to deepen, twisting into menacing shapes that mirrored her dread.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps drawing closer, a heavy breath breaking the tense silence. Her heart raced even faster, pounding in her ears as she instinctively jumped forward to flee again. But the shadow was unmistakable—a dark figure moving through the alley, closing in on her with a predatory grace, each step echoing in the silence like a death knell.
In an instant, the shadow lunged forward, and before she could react, she felt a sharp blow to her head. The world around her blurred, and darkness enveloped her as she crumpled to the floor, blood mingling with rain. The last thought that crossed her mind was the chilling realization that escape was no longer an option. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she felt herself slip away as the cold seeped into her bones.
She died that night.
And I was born.
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Impassive
General Fiction"You may not remember me, but I'm your husband," he said, his voice low and steady, sending a chill down my spine. Ava and Matteo Bellandi's marriage had always been a mere arrangement, a union of convenience. However, when Ava loses her memory due...
