Chapter 140

• Maya’s Pov
• I woke up with a startle, heart pounding wildly in my chest. The same dream, no, the same drowning imagination had come again, just as vivid and suffocating as the last. I could still feel the pull of the dark thoughts of my maybes , the whispers that called my name, and the haunting voice that always said.
• I sat up, pressing my hand against my forehead as the early morning light spilled into the room through the half-open curtains. My breaths came out uneven, shaky. I hated how real those visions felt sometimes like a memory that didn’t belong to me, or maybe one that was trying to remind me of what I had once lost.