They didn’t move at first.
Those still silver faces simply stood there, their lips opening as if to exhale.
The air suddenly changed. There was a breeze that wasn't really a breeze like the world took a deep breath. After the bell abruptly stopped in the middle of its ring, there was a crushing silence.
I also didn't move. couldn't.
I still held the trembling parchment in my hand. Now my handwriting, my name, looked off. It was dimly glowing, pulsing in time with the veins of light beneath the cobblestones. It was the same heartbeat that wasn't mine.
"You never left."
The words kept repeating, dozens of voices whispering in unison, getting closer and louder until they seemed to be coming from inside of me.
My throat tightened. "What do you mean?"
One of them moved forward. A child
