☢️ :
She was sitting alone beneath a flickering streetlamp, face half-shadowed, like the night had claimed her already, and when I approached, she looked up and smiled like she’d been waiting for something awful to happen. I didn’t ask her name, but she said it anyway — Elara — and whispered mine before I gave it, like she’d pulled it from my thoughts. “You’ve thought about this,” she said, eyes shining with something colder than fear, “how it would feel, what it would sound like when the world goes quiet.” The knife was already in my hand — I don’t remember reaching for it — and she stepped closer, leaned in, pressed her forehead to mine, and said, “Do it.” I did. And when it was over, when the silence finally came, her body melted into the pavement like smoke, like she’d never been real — and now, every time I close my eyes, I hear her whisper, “Again.”
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