The quiet echoes

Vivienne wakes tangled in the sheets, her body aching like she's been touched everywhere.

Her mouth is swollen.
Her thighs tremble when she moves.
A phantom hand still presses against her hip, holding her down.

And in the soft, broken breath that slips from her lips, there's a name she doesn't remember saying:

Celeste.

The apartment is silent.

No one beside her.
No bruises blooming along her skin.
No fingerprints marking the places that ache the most.

Just the taste of someone else's mouth still lingering - sweet, sharp, wrong.

And the terrible, shivering knowledge that she isn't alone.

Not really.

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Months ago, they said it was the accident - the crash that shattered her ribs, her skull, her past.
A tragedy she was lucky to survive.
A clean break from a life she can't remember.

But Vivienne knows better now.

Something followed her out of the wreckage.
A voice, a kiss, a promise she can't escape.

The memories are still alive, rotting under the surface - and the woman she forgot is coming back, piece by piece, kiss by kiss, until there's nothing left of the safe, quiet life Vivienne tried to build.

Because love like theirs doesn't die.
It devours.

And this time, it won't let her go.

The Quiet Echoes is a hypnotic psychological thriller about memory, obsession, and the violence of being truly, terrifyingly known.

Please no one copy my story I beg I worked so hard😭😭