It happened on a rainy day.
We were standing under the same umbrella.
The wind pushed it sideways, and instinctively—
She grabbed my hand.
And everything shattered.
This time, the memory wasn't warm.
It was cold.
I saw her… walking past me.
Not angry. Not sad.
Just… empty.
Like I didn't exist.
I called her name.
She didn't stop.
I stood there, invisible to the person I loved most.
The vision ended.
Rain poured harder.
"Aren't you coming?" she asked, smiling.
I stared at her hand.
The same hand that would one day… let me disappear.