Cold wind brushed the empty street.
A boy stood alone.
Pale. Weak.
A cane tapping softly against wet pavement.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
His breath uneven.
Unsteady.
Behind him—
a woman stepped closer.
Calm. Quiet.
Almost unreal.
Her hand reached out—
gentle—
and touched his shoulder.
—
His body collapsed instantly.
THUD.
The sound echoed across the street.
Silence slammed down.
Cars slowed.
Footsteps stopped.
The woman dropped to her knees beside him.
“Oh my God… I’m sorry…”
Her voice shook.
But the boy’s eyes opened.
Slowly.
And something was wrong.
He wasn’t confused.
He was staring at her.
Like he knew her.
His hand lifted—trembling—
reaching toward her face.
The crowd began to gather.
Quiet.
Watching.
His breathing changed.
Faster.
Deeper.
His fingers pressed into the pavement—
tightened—
too strong.
The woman froze.
She felt it.
Something had shifted.
“That’s not possible…”
The boy moved.
Slowly.
Pushing himself up—
without the cane.
The crowd murmured.
He stood.
Barely.
Legs shaking violently.
The cane fell—
CRACK against the ground.
He didn’t look at it.
Didn’t even react.
His eyes stayed locked on her.
Sharp now.
Awake.
“…why do I remember you?”
Her face drained.
She stepped back slightly.
“No… no, you shouldn’t…”
He took a step toward her.
Unstable—
but stronger than before.
His voice dropped—
quiet.
Breaking.
“…you left me there…”
Her breath stopped.
Fear flooded her eyes.
“…how do you know that?”
They stared at each other—
everything collapsing between them—
And right before the truth surfaced—
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