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The Girl He Saw Only in His Dreams — Part 3: The Hidden Truth

Literature 48 days ago
  • Vincent

    The next morning, Chijioke returned to the river.

     

    But Zia wasn’t there.

     

    He waited. Minutes turned into hours. The wind whispered. The river flowed. Still, no sign of her.

     

    He was about to leave when he heard a voice behind him.

     

    > “You're not ready to remember everything... but I can show you one thing.”

     

     

     

    It was Zia — barefoot again, her eyes filled with something deeper than love… something like pain.

     

    She held out a small, smooth black stone.

     

    > “Touch it,” she said.

     

     

     

    The moment Chijioke’s fingers touched the stone, the world around him faded. He wasn’t at the river anymore. He was in a different time — dressed in white robes, standing beside Zia under a full moon. There was music. Firelight. Laughter.

     

    They were married. In that past life, they were husband and wife.

     

    But then, suddenly — fire.

     

    Screams. Shadows. A promise broken.

     

    The vision ended. Chijioke collapsed to his knees, shaking.

     

    > “What… what was that?” he whispered.

     

     

     

    Zia knelt beside him. “That was the night I died… protecting you.”

     

    He looked into her eyes — the same eyes from every dream — and knew: this wasn’t just a dream girl. This was a soul he had loved before. And lost.

     

    > “But why now? Why are you here again?” he asked.

     

     

     

    Zia touched his chest gently and said:

     

    > “Because this time… you have a choice. Either b

    reak the cycle… or stay with me forever.”

     

     

     

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