VIVIAN
I wake up screaming.
3 AM. Sheets soaked with sweat. Heart racing. The nightmare still vivid.
Chase. Dead. Glass shards embedded in his throat. Blood pooling around him. And me. Standing over him. Knife in my hand. Smiling.
I killed him. In the dream. Watched him die. Enjoyed it.
My hands shake as I reach for water. Try to calm down. Tell myself it was just a dream.
But it felt real. Too real. Like a memory instead of a nightmare.
My phone rings. Chase.
I answer. "Hello?"
"You had the nightmare too." His voice is rough. Shaken. "Didn't you?"
"How did you—"
"Because I had it. Exact same one. Except in mine, I killed you. Strangled you. Watched the life leave your eyes. And I smiled, Vivian. I smiled while you died."
The ice in my chest spreads. "That's not possible. We can't have the same nightmare."
