Mira
It started with a feeling.
Barely there. Like a Breath on the back of my neck. At first, I blamed it on my nerves, maybe I’d watched one too many thrillers, maybe I was paranoid from all the tension with Evan.
But the sensation wouldn’t go away.
Every night this week, the air outside my apartment felt…wrong. I stopped going to the beak room alone. I took longer routes just to avoid the echoing corridors where I swore I heard soft footsteps matching mine.
Once, by the elevator, I even turned too fast, my hair whipped into my eyes.
No one.
No shadow. No footsteps.
Just the fluorescent light above me humming like nothing was wrong.
But something was wrong.
I started out the window of my room that night. The city lights blinked below, soft and careless. My reflection in the gl
