The lady in white

​She was a daydreamer, often lost in thoughts that wandered far beyond her room's four walls. Mystery stories fascinated her, horror thrilled her, and even the sound of tea boiling on the stove felt like a magical event. Her world was quiet, but her mind was loud—full of secrets, questions, and unspoken feelings. ​Lately, strange things had started happening. Her belongings would go missing, even though no one else touched them. She'd find her favorite pen in the freezer, or her diary on the balcony, even though she never remembered moving them. Sometimes, she experienced moments that felt like they had already happened, like scenes being replayed from an unknown past. Deja vu became her daily companion. ​And during her low days—when she felt sick, sad, or invisible—she sensed a presence. It wasn't frightening. In fact, it was comforting, like someone was silently sitting beside her, holding her without touch, listening without words. ​One day, everything changed. ​She was home alone. Rain tapped gently on the windows. Wrapped in a blanket, she was halfway through a cup of tea when she heard footsteps. Not loud. Soft. Familiar. When she looked up, she saw her. ​A woman dressed in white, glowing yet not glowing, stood at the edge of the room. ​She didn't scream. ​Instead, something inside her relaxed—as if it had been waiting for this moment forever. The woman walked closer, her eyes filled with knowing and kindness. She spoke her name. She knew her fears. Her dreams. Even the thoughts she never shared with anyone. ​"You are not alone," the woman whispered. "You were never alone". ​Tears poured from her eyes, the kind that come not from pa ​She woke up. ​Gasping. Sitting upright in bed, the morning sun pouring in through the curtains. ​No woman. No words. No signs. in, but from recognition. The woman sat beside her and listened—not to words, but to the heart. She answered the questions the girl never dared to ask. She soothed her with a presence that felt like home. ​And then— ​But her pillow was damp with tears. ​Was it a dream? A vision? A message from her soul? She didn't know. ​All she knew was that she felt changed. Seen. Understood. ​And somehow... guided.