Chapter 24: Ch:24 The Boy I Buried
"Ahh..."
A fragile voice echoed in the darkness.
"Where... am I again?"
Dila blinked slowly. Her body felt weightless, suspended in the void—an empty dome of infinite black. She floated, trembling slightly. Her breath shivered as it escaped her lips.
"Why am I back here?" she whispered. "Why... this dream again?"
Her heart pounded. A cold ache pressed against her chest. Tears began to sting her eyes as the silence folded in on her like a blanket of dread.
Suddenly, in the dark distance, a dim spotlight bloomed—a pale light illuminating a single figure.
A man stood beneath it.
Dila turned her head toward him, slowly, uncertainly—only for her lips to part in wordless horror.
She recognized him. Herself.
Her past self.