“No… this isn’t real…” she mutters, shaking her head, backing away slightly as if distance could erase what she’s seeing.
But they don’t move.
They just stand there.
Watching.
The boy’s voice comes quietly from behind her—
“You remember them now… don’t you?”
She spins around.
“Shut up!” she snaps, panic breaking through. “You don’t know anything!”
But the boy steps closer.
Tears still running down his face.
“My mom told me everything,” he says. “She said you’d pretend. She said you’d lie.”
“I didn’t—” the woman starts, but her voice cracks.
Her eyes flick back across the street.
The identical woman takes a slow step forward.
And suddenly—
Everything comes rushing back.
The night.
The rain.
The argument.
“You stole everything from me!” the other woman had screamed.
“It was never yours!” she had screamed back.
And then—
Headlights.
A scream.
A body hitting the ground.
Silence.
The rich woman staggers, gripping her head.
“No… I buried her… I saw her—”
“You buried the wrong truth,” the boy interrupts softly.
The man beside the woman across the street finally moves.
One step forward.
His eyes never leave hers.
“You told everyone it was an accident,” the boy continues. “But you left her there.”
The woman’s breathing turns ragged.
“I was scared…” she whispers.
“You were selfish,” the boy says.
The identical woman is closer now.
Too close.
Her face emotionless.
But her eyes—
Burning.
“You took her life,” the boy whispers. “So she took yours.”
The rich woman shakes her head violently.
“No… no, I’m alive, I’m—”
She stops.
Her voice dies.
Because suddenly—
Everything feels… wrong.
Too quiet.
Too distant.
She looks down at her hands.
They’re shaking.
Fading.
“What… what’s happening…?” she whispers.
The boy looks at her with heartbreaking calm.
“You never left that street,” he says.
Her eyes widen in pure horror.
And across from her—
The “other her” smiles.
Slowly.
Coldly.
The last thing she hears—
Is the echo of her own scream.
From that night.
