Opening up
One night, Emily decided she couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore. She confided in John about the figure from her dreams. “It’s always the same,” she said, voice unsteady. “This shadow, just standing there, watching.”
John listened closely. “It’s like it’s waiting for something,” she added. His face turned serious. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“I didn’t want to scare you,” she admitted, eyes cast downward. But now, the weight of it was too much to carry alone.
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