The mid-morning light filtered through my curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across my cluttered room. My mind was a tempest, whirling with thoughts of Matt's unexpected confession the day before. I couldn't shake the weight of it, like a puzzle piece that refused to fit.
I decided to clear her mind by tackling the mess that had accumulated over the past week. Clothes strewn across the floor, books piled haphazardly, and a layer of dust on every surface made my room a reflection of my inner turmoil. I couldn’t stand it.
As I sorted through my belongings, I came across a small, forgotten box tucked away in the back of my closet. I pulled it out, a sense of déjà vu washing over me. Inside, nestled in a bed of tissue paper, was a vial of crimson liquid.
The sight sent a shiver down my
