After a long silence, she said it.
Softly. Like she didn't want to hear herself say it.
"Aira... I've been having nightmares."
Her voice cracked halfway through. She was trembling. Not from cold—just fear. Or sothing worse.
"Nightmares?" I asked. But I didn't ask it like a question. It ca out like a whisper I wanted to take back.
She nodded.
"Every night... soone calls . They say, 'Co et , Suhina.' I don't see a face. Just... the voice."
I stared at her. Noticed her hands. Shaking like they were rembering sothing her mouth couldn't say.
"And it doesn't feel like a dream," she added. "It feels real."
I believed her. Not because of the words. Because of the fear in her eyes. That kind of fear doesn't live in dreams. It lives in people.
"Who's calling you?"
She blinked. "I don't know. But I hear them. And then it's like... I go. Even when I don't want to. I just... go."
My chest tightened.
"You an you're sleepwalking?"
She nodded.
"Sotis I wake up... outside Subh's house." Her voice fell to a whisper. "I just stand there. For hours. And I don't know why."
It wasn't a story anymore. It was sothing else. Sothing dark and quiet and too real.
"Is soone forcing you?"
"No one's there," she said. "But it's like I'm not in control anymore. Like soone else is inside . Moving ."
I didn't know what to say. There was no right sentence for this.
She looked at .
"I think I'm losing control."
That sentence... it stayed with .
I told her to talk to a doctor.
But I said it like I was writing her obituary.
She shook her head. "They'll think I'm crazy."
I looked at her—this girl who once danced in the rain like nothing could ever hurt her.
"Tell Tenzin," I said.
She looked at like I'd betrayed her. "What will he think?"
"That you need him."
Silence followed.
Not the peaceful kind. The kind that settles in your bones and makes you feel alone even when you're not.
"We'll talk tomorrow," I said.
I ran inside. Grabbed my keys.
"Get on," I said.
She didn't speak. Just sat behind .
The ride was silent.
But it wasn't empty.
The city slept. But sothing else didn't.
We stopped outside her house.
"See you tomorrow," I said.
She walked away. I watched until the night swallowed her.
At ho, I sat on my bed. Opened my diary.
Wrote:
What feels real might not be real.
And what is real... doesn't feel like it.
Suhina is slipping away.
Maybe into herself. Maybe into sothing else.
It has no na. No face.
But it exists.
Closed the diary.
Nothing had ended.
But sothing—sothing I couldn't na—had started.
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