CHAPTER ONE: The dream
"S-stop."
The woman turned towards me.
"Why?" A tone of sadness laced every letter in that word.
Oh God, please help me find the right words, I furiously thought.
"Y-you still have a life ahead of you, don't just—"
The look on her face shut me up.
"Mortal, you just don't know how much life I've got."
She took one step forward and disappeared from my sight.
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As I look into the hazy light that covered my bedroom, I sigh. I've been having that dream for quite sometime now, and it just won't keep itself out of my mind, or rather, I can't keep it out of my mind.
A woman, jumping off the topmost ledge of the city's tallest tower. A woman, plunging into the unfathomable space below.
A woman, whose corpse I've been so sure to find on the pavement below, mangled and definitely gruesome to see.
A woman, who suddenly vanished into thin air halfway between the pinnacle and the ground.
Or maybe I've been hallucinating at the time. It was near evening, and I've worked nonstop that day. The drink I've had before coming up the top floor must've gone up to my head. That must be it. It had to be, because the only other explanation would be that I've gone insane.
The bottle of amber liquid lying beside my bed tempts me, but no. Treacherous drink. Makes my head ache. I throw away my covers as if that could fully wake me up. Instead, I found myself staring up the ceiling of my roomy penthouse, thinking about how gloomy its color is.
A phantom of a laugh fills my ears. That makes me sit up straight and shake my head like a dog. I won't have any of that now. Not now, when there's so much to do at work.
Outside, a fresh new light fills the earth. I take a look at it for a while before turning my eyes once again on a different light, the one coming from my laptop computer screen.
