The corridor felt endless.
Luna walked without knowing where she was going, her steps uneven, her mind completely out of control. The hospital lights blurred as she moved past them, each breath heavier than the last.
She pushed you.
That line wouldn't leave her.
It kept repeating, digging deeper into her thoughts, twisting everything she believed about herself.
"Luna."
Ethan's voice came from behind her again, closer this time.
She stopped.
But she didn't turn.
"I need to think," she said quietly.
Her voice was steady—but only on the surface.
Inside, everything was breaking.
Ethan didn't move forward this time. He kept a slight distance, as if he understood that pushing her now would only make things worse.
"Then think," he said. "But don't run from it."
That made her laugh softly.
A weak, almost broken sound.
"I'm not running," she said. "I'm trying to understand why it feels like I'm not alone in my own head."
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Luna finally turned slowly, her eyes meeting his.
There was something different in them now—less confusion, more fear..
"I saw her clearly this time," she said. "Not just flashes. Not just feelings."
Ethan's gaze sharpened. "What did you see?"
Luna hesitated.
Because saying it out loud made it real.
"…She looked like me," she whispered. "Exactly like me."
Ethan didn't react immediately.
But his expression tightened.
"She wasn't scared," Luna continued. "Not like me. Not even a little."
Her fingers curled slightly at her sides.
"She was calm… like she already knew what was going to happen."
"And you?" Ethan asked quietly.
"I was panicking," Luna said. "I couldn't think… I couldn't move…"
Her voice dropped further.
"…but she could."
That contrast—
Felt wrong.
Deeply wrong.
Ethan stepped a little closer, careful this time.
"Memory can distort things. What you saw might not be exactly how it happened."
Luna shook her head immediately. "No. This wasn't distortion."
She looked at him directly now.
"It felt real. Too real."
Silence settled again.
Ethan studied her face, trying to read what she wasn't saying.
Because there was something else.
Something she was holding back.
"What else?" he asked.
Luna's breath hitched slightly.
"…She wasn't just calm."
Ethan waited.
Luna swallowed.
"…She was in control."
That word changed everything.
The air between them shifted.
Ethan's expression darkened slightly, his thoughts moving faster now.
"In control of what?" he asked.
Luna's voice dropped to almost nothing.
"…Of me."
Silence.
Complete.
Absolute.
Ethan didn't respond.
Because that answer—
Was dangerous.
Luna stepped back again, her breathing becoming uneven. "What if I wasn't just there that night… what if I was divided?"
Ethan frowned. "That's not how this works."
"Then explain it," she said quickly. "Explain why I remember two versions of myself."
He couldn't.
Not fully.
And that hesitation—
Didn't go unnoticed.
Luna let out a shaky breath, pressing her fingers against her forehead again. "This isn't normal…"
"No," Ethan said. "It's not."
That honesty made her pause.
"But that doesn't mean what you're thinking is true," he added.
"Then what is true?" she asked.
No answer.
Only silence.
Luna closed her eyes for a moment, trying to slow her racing thoughts. But the more she tried, the clearer the image became.
That girl.
Standing in front of her.
Same face.
Same eyes.
But stronger.
Colder.
Unafraid.
"Move."
The voice echoed again.
Not Ethan's.
Not anyone else's.
Hers.
But not hers.
Luna's eyes snapped open.
"…She saved me," she whispered.
Ethan's attention sharpened instantly. "What?"
"She pushed me out of the way," Luna said, her
voice trembling. "Before the car hit…"
Her hands shook slightly.
"…I didn't save myself."
That realization—
Hit harder than anything before.
Ethan stepped closer again, more firmly this time.
"Then someone else did."
Luna looked at him.
Slowly.
"…There was no one else."
Silence.
That answer—
Carried weight.
Ethan's jaw tightened. "You don't know that."
"I do," she said. "I would've remembered."
"Not if your memory is already fragmented."
That made her stop.
Because that—
Made sense.
But it didn't make her feel better.
It made things worse.
Luna wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to hold herself together.
"…What if she's still there?" she asked quietly.
Ethan frowned. "Who?"
"That version of me," Luna replied. "The one who isn't scared."
Her voice dropped.
"…the one who can do things I can't."
Ethan didn't answer immediately.
Because that idea—
Wasn't impossible.
And that was the problem.
Luna looked down at her trembling hands.
"I don't want to become someone I don't recognize," she whispered.
Ethan stepped in front of her now, forcing her to look at him.
"You won't."
"You don't know that," she said again.
"I do," he replied, his voice steady.
She searched his eyes.
"…How?"
Because he didn't know everything.
Not about her.
Not about the past.
But one thing—
He was certain of.
"Because you're still fighting it," he said.
That answer—
Was simple.
But it stayed.
Luna's breathing slowed slightly, but the fear didn't disappear.
Because now—
It wasn't just about the past.
It was about what she might become.
And that—
Was far more terrifying.