THE NIGHT I BECAME INVISIBLE

Between Worlds

The world around us dissolved into a hazy void—white, endless, silent.

I felt weightless, untethered, floating with Isla in my arms.

She clung to me as if she’d fall into nothingness without me.

“Aaron… where are we?” she whispered.

“I think… between worlds. The place I crossed through when I became invisible.”

Her eyes widened. “It’s beautiful… and terrifying.”

“Like you,” I said softly.

She huffed a weak laugh. “This is not the moment to flirt.”

“Every moment is the moment to flirt when you’re with someone beautiful.”

Her cheeks warmed. Even in another plane of existence.

But then the void shuddered.

A deep rumble echoed around us.

Something was pulling Isla away.

She cried out, reaching for me as her body tugged like a current was dragging her deeper into the white abyss.

“AARON!”

I tightened my grip. “No! I’m here! I’m NOT letting you go!”

Her hands slipped.

I grabbed her wrist.

The invisible current pulled harder.

Her fingers slid from mine—

But I lunged forward, hooking my arm around her waist.

We spun together through the blinding void—

And crashed back into the world.

We hit the pavement hard.

Isla groaned.

I opened my eyes.

She was solid.

Visible.

Warm.

Alive.

She blinked up at me, breath trembling. “Did… did we survive?”

I let out a shaky laugh. “Unless this is a particularly detailed hallucination, yes.”

She sat up slowly, staring at her hands.

Solid.

Real.

Human.

“I’m back,” she whispered.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her so tightly she squeaked.

“I told you I wouldn’t lose you.”

She melted into me, tears dampening my shoulder.

“You saved me,” she murmured. “You actually saved me.”

“I just followed you,” I said. “Wherever you go, I go.”

She kissed me—desperate, relieved, overflowing with everything we hadn’t said aloud yet.

When she finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against mine.

“Aaron…?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

My heart stopped.

Then restarted at triple speed.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since the night I became invisible,” I whispered.

She smiled through tears. “Good. Because I’m not planning on disappearing again.”

We never fully understood the phenomenon—the light, the invisibility, the strange between-world. Scientists later blamed atmospheric anomalies; some called it an “ultra-rare cosmic diffraction event.”

But Isla and I knew the truth.

It was fate.

A strange, unpredictable force that brought two invisible souls into each other’s orbit.

And kept us there.

Because the night I became invisible…

Was the night she began to see me.

And the night she almost disappeared…

Was the night I proved I’d see her always.