Chapter 1- 3
The is Chapter 1 – Ghost in the Morning
The smell of coffee hit me first.
Then the sound of his voice.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”
I blinked. Adrian leaned against the kitchen doorway, mug in hand, that crooked smile that always undid me.
Milo, my white cat, purred on my chest. Rex, my fluffy dog, sprawled at the bed’s edge, tail thumping against the wood.
Perfect. Too perfect.
Outside, Mrs. Kane watered her roses. She glanced at my window — and straight through Adrian as if he didn’t exist.
A knot pulled tight in my stomach.
“Pancakes today,” Adrian teased, winking.
I laughed, but my voice didn’t sound like mine.
By night, the storm came. Thunder rattled the glass, lightning lit up the walls — and Adrian was gone.
Milo hissed. Rex whined at the dark hallway.
My phone slipped from my hand. On the floor, an old, yellowed newspaper.
LOCAL MAN DIES IN MOTORCYCLE CRASH — TWO YEARS AGO.
The photo… Adrian’s eyes staring back at me.
Chapter 2 – Two Years Lost
I gasped — and the world shattered like glass.
When I opened my eyes, it wasn’t my bed.
White ceiling. Harsh lights. Beeping monitors.
“You’re awake,” a doctor’s voice said, too calm.
“You’ve been in a coma… for two years.”
Two years.
Rex’s fur was grayer, Milo’s eyes sadder — but they were real, warm against my skin. Adrian was nowhere.
The doctor talked about an accident, about my brain injury, but I couldn’t listen. My eyes kept finding the empty chair in the corner.
That night, half-dreaming, I heard him. His voice, as clear as if he were breathing beside me.
“Find me,” Adrian whispered.
Chapter 3 – The Shimmering Door
It started with Rex.
The morning after the whisper, he barked at the front door, whining until I followed him. Milo trotted at my side.
Through winding streets, we reached an abandoned building, windows boarded, walls tagged with fading paint.
Light leaked from inside — not gold, not daylight. Blue. Cold. Alive.
Milo darted through a hole in the wall. I crawled after him, my breath frosting in the air.
They sat in front of a door. It wasn’t wood or steel. It shimmered, liquid and glass all at once, rippling like it was breathing.
I touched it.
The light died instantly. The room went black.
And when I opened my eyes again…
I was in our perfect apartment.
Adrian in the doorway. Coffee in hand. Smiling like he never left.
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