"Why… why me? I can't stand it. Life chooses him and turns a blind eye to me. I need to wake up. She doesn't love me… she loves him. Why should I die like this? Not like this."
It's warm.
Something familiar.
"Is this how death feels?" I whispered.
No. It's something I recognize.
"Is this… my bed?"
Wait. Didn't I die like a second ago?
I must be dreaming.
"Oww… that hurts."
I'm not dreaming.
I sat up slowly, my body trembling. My muscles screamed from pain I shouldn't still feel. The air smelled… the same, yet different. A faint shimmer danced across the room, subtle, like a ripple in reality.
My heart raced.
Something was off.
I reached out, touching the floor. Cold. Solid. Normal. Yet my mind screamed that it shouldn't be.
I stood, unsteady. Step by step, the world felt… thinner, like it could bend, like it could stretch or fold. My chest tightened. Something in me knew… I hadn't just come back. I had slipped.
Time had… fractured.