icanflymylove
The wind howled through Blackwood Bridge as Aarushi clutched the old journal, her heart pounding.
"Aarushi, don't!" Ishaan's voice was desperate as he ran toward her.
"There's no other way," she whispered, gripping the candle tighter.
A chilling voice echoed from the darkness. "You cannot stop me."
The Collector emerged-its hollow eyes locked onto her. Shadows twisted, closing in.
Ishaan reached for her, panic in his eyes. "Please."
She smiled-soft, sad. "We all have to make sacrifices."
And then, she stepped forward.