@angel_lee0201: (𝘈𝘯 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴' 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭) ‎𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭0408 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 20 — 𝙄𝙁 𝙄 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 ‎. ‎. ‎‎𝗥𝗜𝗡'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩. ‎The next morning, I went back to work. ‎ ‎As if nothing had happened. ‎ ‎As if I hadn't spent the entire night staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself that what I remembered couldn't possibly be real. ‎ ‎The studio was exactly the same. ‎ ‎The same people moved around me. ‎ ‎The same cameras stood where I remembered them. ‎ ‎The same voices filled the hallway. ‎ ‎Even the smell of coffee from the production table was familiar. ‎ ‎Too familiar. ‎ ‎I stood quietly beside the monitor while the crew prepared for the next scene. ‎ ‎Then the director called for everyone to take their positions. ‎ ‎I already knew what was going to happen. ‎ ‎The assistant director would drop the stack of papers. ‎ ‎Someone would complain about the lighting. ‎ ‎The director would ask for another five minutes. ‎ ‎And then— ‎ ‎The papers fell. ‎ ‎My breath caught. ‎ ‎I stared at them scattered across the floor. ‎ ‎Exactly as I remembered. ‎ ‎One month ago. ‎ ‎I had stood in this exact place. ‎ ‎I had watched the exact same thing happen. ‎ ‎I slowly looked at the clock. ‎ ‎My hands tightened around the script. ‎ ‎Another piece of the puzzle. ‎ ‎Another thing that shouldn't have been possible. ‎ ‎I had spent the last few days collecting them. ‎ ‎Not because I wanted to. ‎ ‎Because I needed to know whether my memories were real. ‎ ‎At first, I told myself it was coincidence. ‎ ‎Then it happened again. ‎ ‎And again. ‎ ‎A conversation I remembered before it happened. ‎ ‎A scene I knew before we filmed it. ‎ ‎A phone call I knew someone would receive. ‎ ‎A small mistake one of the crew members would make. ‎ ‎Things that were too insignificant to predict. ‎ ‎Too precise to be coincidence. ‎ ‎I had started writing them down. ‎ ‎Dates. ‎ ‎Times. ‎ ‎Places. ‎ ‎People. ‎ ‎Everything I remembered. ‎ ‎And every time reality matched my memories, the same terrifying thought became harder to ignore. ‎ ‎I've already lived this. ‎ ‎I closed my eyes. ‎ ‎The image of the car flashed through my mind. ‎ ‎Sia. ‎ ‎Her hand in mine. ‎ ‎The headlights. ‎ ‎The impact. ‎ ‎The sound of glass breaking. ‎ ‎Then nothing. ‎ ‎I opened my eyes again. ‎ ‎No. ‎ ‎Not nothing. ‎ ‎I remembered dying. ‎ ‎And so did she. ‎ ‎I looked across the studio. ‎ ‎Sia is standing near the makeup area, talking to one of the staff. ‎ ‎Alive. ‎ ‎Smiling. ‎ ‎Breathing. ‎ ‎My chest tightened. ‎ ‎For a moment, I just watched her. ‎ ‎She laughed at something someone said. ‎ ‎I almost smiled. ‎ ‎Then the thought came again. ‎ ‎What would our life look like if that night never happened? ‎ ‎Maybe we'd already be together. ‎ ‎Not secretly. ‎ ‎Not pretending. ‎ ‎Maybe we'd have spent this entire month enjoying the fact that we'd finally found our way back to each other. ‎ ‎Maybe I'd be sitting beside her during lunch. ‎ ‎Maybe she'd steal food from my plate. ‎ ‎Maybe we'd argue over something stupid and make up five minutes later. ‎ ‎Maybe I'd get to hold her hand without being afraid of what would happen next. ‎ ‎Maybe I'd wake up every morning knowing she was still there. ‎ ‎Instead, I was standing several meters away, watching her like I was afraid she might disappear if I looked away. ‎ ‎I wanted to walk towards her. ‎ ‎I wanted to tell her everything. ‎ ‎But what would I say? "𝘏𝘪, 𝘚𝘪𝘢. ‎ ‎𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥. ‎ ‎𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. ‎ ‎𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦." ‎ ‎She'd think I'd lost my mind. ‎ ‎So I stayed where I was. ‎ ‎I watched. ‎ ‎That was all I could do. ‎ ‎For now. ‎‎I started paying attention to everything around her. ‎ ‎Who approached her. ‎ ‎Where she went. ‎ ‎Who she talked to. ‎ ‎Especially him. ‎ ‎The producer's son. ‎ ‎Every time I saw him somewhere near Sia, something inside me tightened. ‎ ‎I remembered what happened. ‎ (Cont.on the Comment Section) #FreenBecky #foryou #fyp #beckysangels #srchafreen

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