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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 — The Day She Left

Elliot Grey woke before the sun.

He didn't need an alarm anymore. His body had learned the rhythm — wake, breathe, work, survive.

He didn't eat breakfast. Didn't feel the need. The hunger had left him years ago, replaced by routine.

On his way to work, he bought a canned cold coffee from a vending machine near the station. It was cheap and bitter, but it kept his hands occupied. He never drank more than half.

He worked in an office that didn't care if he lived or died — and most days, he didn't either. The pay was low. The lights were fluorescent. He sat in a small cubicle like a faded post-it note someone forgot to throw away.

No one asked how he was doing. He liked that.

Elliot had a wife once. Claire.

They used to eat together. Sit across from each other at the dinner table in silence, chewing separately.

He hadn't told her he skipped lunch to save more for their bills.

She hadn't told him she'd fallen in love with someone else.

The night it happened, she stood at the doorway with a file of divorce papers in her hands. Her voice was soft, almost apologetic.

"I can't take this boring life anymore.

I've found the man I love, and I want to live normally with him. I want to make children. Raise them. Please… if you give your permission, I won't be a burden to you anymore."

Elliot signed the papers without blinking. It felt like signing a receipt.

He thought it was best for her.

Before leaving, Claire lowered her head and said,

"I'm sorry. If I'd known it would be like this… I shouldn't have married you."

Then she shut the door behind her.

The sound echoed. Loud, final.

He stood still, staring at nothing. Then slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, like his body was made of dust.

And then—

"Hey. You. Yes, you. I'm God."

The voice came from nowhere. It didn't echo — it was just there.

"You don't have much time left. Live it fully while you can. Because you're going to experience the most terrifying death."

Elliot blinked.

"...God?" he murmured. "There's no god."

"Say what you want," the voice replied. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Then, silence.

Only the ticking of the clock.

Only the humming of the fridge.

Elliot stared at the floor. His breath was shallow.

Maybe he had finally gone crazy. Maybe loneliness was now a second voice in his head.

He looked at the clock. Midnight.

He undressed, showered — hot water burned slightly, but he didn't react.

He went to bed, lay down on his side.

And before his head could reach the pillow fully, he was already sound asleep.

End of Chapter 1

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