The lights came back.
Slowly… flickering.
I was still sitting on the bed, my heart beating too fast.
The message on my phone… was still there.
"3AM. Don't trust him."
I stared at it.
My hands were shaking.
"Who sent this…?" I whispered.
The man beside me looked at me with confusion.
"Who are you talking to?"
I looked at him.
At his face.
At the way he was watching me… like he really knew me.
But I didn't.
"I don't know you…" I said slowly.
He frowned.
"That's not funny."
I shook my head.
"I'm serious. I don't remember you… or this place… nothing."
Silence.
Then he got up from the bed.
He walked toward me… slowly.
"Look," he said in a calm voice, "you've been acting strange since yesterday. Did something happen?"
My breathing got faster.
"Yesterday…?" I repeated.
I looked at the mirror in the room.
And that's when I saw it.
My reflection.
Same face… same body…
But the eyes…
They looked different.
Like I wasn't fully there.
"Stop…" I whispered.
The man turned around.
"What's wrong?"
I pointed at the mirror.
"That's not me…"
He came closer.
"You're just tired," he said.
But I wasn't.
I felt it.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Suddenly…
My phone vibrated again.
Another message.
Unknown number.
"This is not your life."
I froze.
My heart stopped for a second.
"What…?" I said out loud.
The man grabbed my arm.
"Who is texting you?!"
I looked at him.
And for the first time…
I felt afraid of him.
I pulled my arm away.
"Don't touch me!"
He stepped back.
Shock on his face.
"Why are you acting like this…? You're my wife."
I shook my head.
"No… I'm not."
The room went silent.
Then…
The clock on the wall started ticking loudly.
Tick…
Tick…
Tick…
03:00 AM.
My body suddenly felt heavy.
My vision blurred.
"No… not again…" I whispered.
The world started spinning…
And everything went dark.
When I opened my eyes…
I was somewhere else.