That night, Lena couldn't stop thinking about the message.
You still don't remember what he did.
The words echoed again and again in her mind.
She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone.
"What did he do…?" she whispered.
Ryan didn't seem dangerous.
He was kind.
Calm.
Gentle.
But the messages kept insisting that something terrible had happened before.
Before?
That word bothered her the most.
Before what?
Her phone suddenly vibrated again.
DING.
Lena grabbed it immediately.
Another message appeared.
Try to remember the night of the rain.
Her eyebrows furrowed.
The night of the rain?
She tried to think.
But nothing came to her mind.
Another message arrived.
You were standing on the bridge.
The moment Lena read those words—
A sudden flash appeared in her mind.
Rain.
Cold wind.
The sound of cars passing.
She saw a bridge.
Dark water below.
Her breathing became faster.
Another message appeared.
He was there with you.
More flashes of memory came.
Someone was standing in front of her.
A tall figure.
But the face was blurry.
Her head started to hurt.
"Stop…" she whispered.
Her phone vibrated again.
You were crying.
Suddenly—
A loud sound filled her ears.
SPLASH.
Lena gasped.
Her heart pounded violently.
She saw a shadow falling into the dark river below the bridge.
The memory disappeared as quickly as it came.
Lena grabbed her head.
"What was that…?"
Her phone buzzed again.
Her hands trembled as she opened the message.
Ryan pushed you.
The words felt like ice running through her veins.
"No… that's not possible."
Ryan would never do that.
Would he?
Another message appeared.
You died that night.
Lena's breathing stopped for a moment.
Her heart felt like it had frozen.
She stared at the screen in horror.
Then the final message appeared.
And this time… you must survive.
The room went silent.
Outside, thunder rumbled in the distance.
Lena slowly looked at her reflection in the dark screen of her phone.
Her face looked pale.
Terrified.
And suddenly she realized something.
If the message was telling the truth…
Then the person texting her wasn't just someone from the future.
It was someone who had already lived through this once.
Someone who had already died.
Her fingers trembled as she typed a reply.
Lena:
If I died…
Then who are you?
For a long moment, there was no response.
Then finally—
The last message of the night appeared.
I am the version of you that didn't survive.