After a few days in the hospital, she returned home and seemed to recover quickly. Yet the doctors still couldn't pinpoint the cause of her severe heart episodes. Then, one day, her mother suddenly sent me a message: my girlfriend had been in a car accident.
That night, she had been driving alone when a black cat darted across the road. Startled, she swerved the steering wheel, and the car lost control, crashing into a roadside barrier. Fortunately, she only suffered a fracture in her lower leg and was taken to the hospital, needing to stay for a few days.
When I received the news, that familiar pressure returned to my chest, as if the invisible force I had felt before was tugging at me again, entwined with her pain.
In the following days, we spoke on the phone every day. Her voice was weak at first, gradually regaining strength, as if she were slowly healing. But the unease in my heart only grew heavier.
And, of course, it wasn't over. One evening, while she was getting some fresh air outside the hospital, leaning on her crutch, she suddenly fainted without warning. Fortunately, a passing nurse saw her and rushed her back to the emergency room.
I waited anxiously by the phone until her mother sent a message: the doctors said her body was fine—there was no medical reason for the fainting.
But—if everything was truly "fine," then why had she lost consciousness so suddenly?
A chill ran down my spine.
In my mind, I saw the black cat crossing the road, felt the familiar weight pressing against my chest, and recalled the nightmares that had haunted me these past days.
Was all of this really just a coincidence?