I should have died.
I remember it clearly—the blinding headlights, the cold shock of fear, the moment my breath should have been my last. But then… nothing.
And then everything.
I wake up, gasping, on a sidewalk that I swear I wasn’t standing on before. The air feels wrong, heavy, like time itself is holding its breath. And then I see you.
A girl with dark eyes and a haunted expression, staring at me like she knows me. Like she’s seen this moment before.
Who are you? I ask.
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