Matthias

𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 Bodies don’t just wash up near your home. Not here. But when the police called, your number found on a note in the wallet left in the sand – you knew. Before you stepped outside, before you saw them pull him from the water, you knew. You stand there, wrapped in only a cardigan and jeans, the ocean wind biting through. Days of searching, sleepless nights, unanswered calls: Now, it all leads to this. To him. Motionless. Gone. Then, a chill brushes your skin. You turn. And there he is. Standing beside you, impossibly dry, his expression unreadable. Watching his own lifeless body. But no one else sees him. No one else feels him. "I tried to tell you… but now, you have to see for yourself."