Paranoia
Rebecca felt the paranoia closing in like a creeping shadow she couldn’t outrun. It gnawed at her constantly, clouding her thoughts and making her question everything—every glance, every conversation, every lingering silence.
She kept trying to convince herself that she was imagining it, that she was just reading too much into things. But the unease hung on like damp clothes clinging to her skin—heavy, cold, and impossible to ignore. If she had hoped that time would bring her clarity, she was sorely mistaken. Beneath the calm surface of her everyday life, something deeply unsettling was beginning to stir.
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