Chapter 17

Harlow

There’s a light.

Distant at first. Flickering.

I reach for it, or maybe I try to. I can’t tell if I’m moving. Can’t tell if I have a body at all. It stays just out of reach.

Am I dead?

The question doesn’t frighten me. I’m not sure anything could.

There’s no pain. No cold. No warmth either. Just… stillness.

I try to open my eyes, but the world doesn’t change. There’s no edge, no floor, no sky. Only the light, too far, too bright.

I take a step. Or I think I do.

The light doesn’t come closer.

Maybe I’m not dead.

Maybe this is the space in between.

Or maybe I never left.

I hear something. A voice, perhaps. But it fades before I can catch it.

I try to speak. My mouth won’t move. My thoughts stretch thin and fray at the edges.

I want to wake up. I think.

Unless I don’t.

It would be easier to stop. To let go and drift into the white. But something holds me here. Not strong, not loud, but steady. Familiar.

I can’t remember who I am.

But I know I’m not done.

The light pulses once.

And the dark takes me back.

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