Chapter 69 Recurrence

• That night, the sky broke open. Rain poured in sheets, hammering against the glass as though the Moon Goddess herself had torn the heavens apart in fury. The wind howled, rattling the windows, clawing at my sanity.
• No one knew I hadn’t truly slept in days. Every time I shut my eyes, the darkness filled with flashes—blood, blinding light, and his cold face. Hallucinations, the doctor would say. But to me, they felt real. Depression is cruel that way. It lets you believe you’re getting better… and then drags you right back into the pit.
• By morning, I was barely human. My mind felt foggy, my body sluggish. I tried to reach for my phone, but my fingers wouldn’t move. I just—froze. Completely.