"No… that's not real."
Luna's voice came out weak.
Unsteady.
Like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.
The hospital room felt colder.
Smaller.
Like the walls were slowly closing in.
"You're mistaken," she said quickly, shaking her head. "Maybe you hit your head harder than you think—"
"Luna."
Ethan's voice cut in.
Calm.
But firm.
She stopped.
"Let him finish," he said.
Her chest tightened.
She didn't want him to finish.
Because something deep inside her—
Already knew.
The man on the bed struggled to breathe evenly.
His eyes never left Luna.
"I remember…" he whispered.
"…because it didn't make sense."
Silence.
"You were arguing… in the middle of the road…"
Luna's fingers curled into fists.
"…No…"
"…like you were talking to someone…"
"I said no!"
Her voice broke.
Sharp.
Desperate.
Ethan stepped forward slightly. "That's enough for now."
But the man shook his head weakly.
"…She said something…"
Everything froze again.
"What?" Ethan asked.
The man's gaze didn't shift from Luna.
"…She said—"
A pause.
"'If you don't do it… I will.'"
Silence exploded.
Luna felt her heartbeat stop.
Then slam back—
Harder.
Faster.
"No…" she whispered, stepping back.
"That's not me…"
But the words—
They felt familiar.
Too familiar.
Her head started hurting again.
Sharp pain.
Blinding flashes.
Rain.
Her voice—
But colder.
Different.
"You're too weak."
Luna gasped, grabbing her head.
"Stop… stop…"
Ethan moved instantly, catching her before she stumbled.
"Luna—look at me."
But she couldn't.
Her vision blurred.
Her breathing broke.
"She looked like me…" Luna whispered.
"…but she wasn't me…"
Ethan's grip tightened slightly.
"What did she say?"
Luna shook her head rapidly.
"I don't know… I don't know…"
But her body said otherwise.
The way her hands trembled.
The way her voice cracked.
She did know.
Somewhere deep inside—
She remembered.
The man on the bed spoke again, weaker now.
"…You were scared…"
Luna froze.
"…but she wasn't."
That line—
Hit deeper than anything else.
Ethan's eyes darkened.
"…What do you mean?"
The man swallowed painfully.
"…She smiled…"
Silence.
"…while you were crying."
Everything shattered.
Luna pushed away from
Ethan instantly.
"No!"
Her voice echoed in the room.
Broken.
Terrified.
"That's not real!"
But her mind betrayed her.
Another flash—
Stronger this time.
Clearer.
Rain pouring down.
Her knees weak.
Her hands shaking.
And in front of her—
A girl.
Same face.
Same eyes.
Same voice.
But different.
Colder.
Sharper.
Stronger.
"Move."
Luna gasped.
Her body froze...
"That's… that's the voice…" she whispered.
Ethan's expression changed instantly.
"…What?"
"The one from before…"
Her voice trembled.
"…the one who pulled me…"
Silence.
Luna's eyes widened slowly.
"That wasn't you…"
Her gaze lifted.
Empty.
Shaken.
"…was it?"
Ethan didn't answer immediately.
Because now—
Even he wasn't sure anymore.
The room felt suffocating.
Too much truth.
Too many questions.
Luna stepped back again.
Her breathing uneven.
Her thoughts spiraling.
"If that wasn't you…" she whispered,
"…then who saved me?"
No answer.
Because the answer—
Was standing right in front of her.
Or inside her.
The realization hit slowly.
Then all at once.
"…No…"
Her voice broke completely now.
"She… she saved me?"
Silence.
The man on the bed closed his eyes weakly.
"…You were going to get hit…"
A pause.
"…but she pushed you."
Everything stopped.
Luna's world shattered completely.
Because now—
The truth wasn't just confusing.
It was terrifying.
There was someone else that night.
Someone who looked exactly like her.
Someone stronger.
Colder.
Fearless.
And that person—
Had saved her life.
But at what cost?
Luna's legs felt weak.
Her voice barely existed anymore.
"…Who… am I?"
Ethan looked at her.
For the first time—
There was no control in his expression.
No certainty.
Only one thing.
Concern.
Real.
Unfiltered.
"Luna…"
But she stepped back.
Shaking her head slowly.
"Don't," she whispered.
Because right now—
She wasn't scared of Adrian.
She wasn't scared of the past.
She was scared of herself.