Stayed Buried
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Heavy. Suffocating.
Then—
“You need to leave,” he said.
I blinked. “What?”
“Now.”
The sudden shift in his tone made my stomach twist. “Why?”
His jaw tightened.
For the first time since I had seen him…
He looked almost human.
Almost.
“Because,” he said, his voice lower now, sharper—like something was pressing against it from the inside, “if you stay any longer…”
His eyes darkened.
The air around us seemed to pulse.
“…I won’t be able to stop what comes next.”
A chill ran through me.
“What comes next?” I whispered.
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he stepped back.
Once.
Twice.
Like he was forcing distance between us.
Like it mattered.
“You said my name,” he said finally, his voice quieter now—but more dangerous than before. “And now it knows you exist.”
My heart stuttered. “What knows?”
His gaze lifted to meet mine one last time.
And this time…
There was no trace of softness left.
“Run,” he said.
The same word.
The one carved into the wood.
But I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
Because deep down…
I already knew.
It didn’t matter how fast I ran.
It didn’t matter where I went.
Whatever this was—
Whatever he was—
It had already found me.
And something told me…
It wasn’t going to let me go.
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