The rooftop felt normal again.
Too normal.
Like nothing had happened.
The wind moved softly.
The city noise returned.
The sky looked the same.
But Mira—
Didn't feel the same.
Her chest still felt heavy.
Her thoughts scattered.
"Only one of you remembers at the end."
Those words echoed again.
And again.
She slowly looked at him.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Mira nodded slightly.
"Yes…"
But her voice didn't sound convincing.
Because something inside her felt… different.
Not pain.
Not fear.
Something else.
Something deeper.
Like a door had opened somewhere in her mind.
And she didn't know what was coming through.
"I think we should go," he said softly.
Mira didn't argue.
For once—
She didn't want to stay.
They walked toward the door together.
Neither of them speaking.
Because both of them were thinking the same thing—
Which one will remember?
Later that night—
Mira sat on her bed.
The room was quiet.
But her mind was not.
She stared at the notebook again.
The drawing.
The rooftop.
The two figures.
Her fingers slowly traced the lines.
And suddenly—
A flash.
Her breath caught.
A quick image appeared in her mind.
The same rooftop.
But different.
Night.
Rain.
She saw herself—
Standing alone.
Crying.
Her heart started racing.
"What was that?" she whispered.
The image disappeared instantly.
She blinked.
Confused.
"I didn't see that before…"
Her hands trembled slightly.
That wasn't from today.
That wasn't from the dream.
That was something else.
Something new.
Or maybe—
Something she had forgotten.
Her phone buzzed.
A message from him.
"Are you okay?"
She stared at the screen.
Then typed slowly.
"I think something is happening to me."
The reply came immediately.
"What do you mean?"
Mira swallowed.
Her fingers hesitated.
Then she typed—
"I'm seeing things."
A pause.
Then—
"Like what?"
Mira closed her eyes.
Trying to remember the image.
"The rooftop…"
Three dots appeared.
"What about it?"
She typed carefully.
"It was raining."
A few seconds passed.
Then his reply came.
"It wasn't raining today."
Mira's heart skipped.
"I know…" she whispered.
Her fingers moved again.
"I saw myself there."
Silence.
Then—
"When?"
Her breathing became uneven.
"I don't know…"
Another pause.
Then she added—
"But I was crying."
The typing dots appeared.
Stayed.
Disappeared.
Then his message came.
"Mira…"
Her heart tightened.
"What if that's a memory?"
She froze.
A memory.
But not from today.
Not from the café.
Not from ten years ago.
Something else.
Something that hadn't happened yet.
Her voice came out softly.
"That felt like the future…" she whispered.
Her fingers typed it.
"It didn't feel like the past."
This time—
His reply took longer.
Much longer.
Then—
"That's not possible."
Mira stared at the message.
Because that's what she had been saying this entire time.
This is not possible.
But everything kept proving otherwise.
Her hands tightened around the phone.
"Then explain everything else," she typed.
No reply.
Because there was no explanation.
Only more questions.
Mira slowly lay back on her bed.
Staring at the ceiling.
Her mind replaying that image again.
The rain.
The rooftop.
The tears.
And the feeling.
Loneliness.
A deep, painful loneliness.
Like she had lost something.
Or someone.
Her chest tightened again.
"Why did it feel so real…" she whispered.
Her phone buzzed again.
Another message from him.
"Mira."
"Yes?"
His next words made her heart stop.
"I think you're the one who's starting to remember."
Silence filled the room.
Because that meant—
The warning.
The figure.
The truth.
"Only one of you remembers at the end."
Her fingers trembled.
"Why me?"
The reply came slowly.
"I don't know."
A pause.
Then—
"But I think something is changing."
Mira closed her eyes.
Yes.
Something was changing.
Inside her.
Inside her mind.
Inside her memories.
And the most terrifying part—
She didn't know how much she would remember.
Or what would happen when she did.
Her voice was barely a whisper now.
"What if I remember everything…"
Her fingers typed it slowly.
"What happens to you then?"
This time—
There was no reply.
Because neither of them was ready for that answer.